Category: Musing

Pictures and comments show up on screen and I silently ask the face looking at mine “when is the last time you were properly” but before I can finish my thought I am interrupted by a series of beeps and whistles from my phone. “Hold on, I am coming and if you are lucky I’ll… Continue reading Hold On, I Am Coming

I turned on the music and tried to go deep because I could feel something from the darkest depths rising and knew it was searching for me. Tried to go hunt for what was hunting me not knowing what I would do if it found me first any more than what I would do if… Continue reading Will You Take My Hand?

It’s all instinct now, the search for the light in the darkness. There is ample reason to believe it doesn’t exist and there is no reason to go looking for it but then again there is a gut feeling that it shines and that it can be found. Maybe it doesn’t shine all night or… Continue reading It’s All Instinct

Those kids from cleveland had stories to share and lots of questions to ask but some of that history blurs a little bit inside my head. You could say attribute it to the time between 1990 and now or you could say some Clevelanders made a limited impression upon me. Either one could work and… Continue reading Take Me To Scary Lake