Gave away my love like spare change in a hobo’s cup; now I haven’t a dime. Spare me your grief. Spare me some time. Lend me your hand in marriage. Writing vows in dry-erase marker. Advertisements
Categories: Stream of Consciousness
Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.
Posts from the “Doldrums” Category
There were three of you that night. Two of you stayed behind. Maybe you’re amateurs or just proud. Maybe you think you were clever giving us your real names. Maybe you don’t understand how easy it is to find you online. Or maybe you just didn’t think I’d bother to check. But checked I did. I stalked you harder than a Taylor Swift fan. Of course, I have no evidence to prove your crimes. And you’ve been smart enough to keep that tablet off. (Or, at least, off when during the times it matters.) Maybe you sold it already. Clearly, you’re clever enough to not pawn the damn thing. Or post it on any of the obvious marketplaces. At the end of the day,…
Categories: Personal
Tagged: Crime
I decided to give Audible another go. For my free audiobook, I opted for Goodbye, Things: The New Japanese Minimalism by Fumio Sasaki (translated by Eriko Sugita). Thought about being a minimalist in the past, but only going as far as following a blog and a Twitter account. I petered out as is my habit. Shit, can’t remember the last time I visited that site before today to link the page. I’m a failed minimalist, a maximalist. It is something of which I am not proud. In short, I collect things. Useless things. Things I use once and put aside. It’s my intention to read that book again. Or maybe I’ll come around and fix that broken laptop. It’s just the screen, after all.…
Categories: Doldrums
Shaun celebrated his sixth birthday on Saturday. Sixth! Where does the time go, indeed. His slow crawl toward a decade on this earth is more of a sprint now. And still I’m in awe of his existence. I suppose the feeling never does pass. And it’s a good thing that it doesn’t, because a parent—a father—should forever be in awe of his child. Things are falling into place. For the most part. This journey has been a learning experience. To say the least, anyway. What journey, isn’t? Though, as I listened to Izzy who’s no longer the Izzy of her childhood. And I listened to Ruben who’s different compared to the kid I meet all those years ago. And Justin who’s no longer the…
Categories: Personal
Tagged: Car Radio, Fatherhood, Jeanna, Shaun, The Band, The Weight, Twenty One Pilots
Meant to write this post last night, but somewhere I lost focus. My Twitter account was giving me issues so paying attention to that seemed more important. It did at the time, anyway. Right now, it seems petty and foolhardy. Which can describe a mountain of decisions I’ve made in my thirty-five years. And the reason is always the same. It’s something I heard a lot in my adolescence. Clearly, I lack focus. In my writing. In life. In romance. Several ideas left on the back burner, shelved, or scribbled on quad pages long forgotten in my journal. When I do write something, I start going on tangents. I fall into traps of writing with morals and hidden imagery for people to decipher later…
Categories: Personal
Tagged: Ballade At Thirty-Five, Birthday, Carla Bruni, Dorothy Parker
Categories: Doldrums
