This is my quest,To follow that starNo matter how hopeless,No matter how far. To fight for the rightWithout question or pause,To be willing to marchInto hell for a heavenly cause. And I know if I’ll only be trueTo this glorious questThat my heart will lie peaceful and calmWhen I’m laid to my rest The Impossible…

it’s amazing how fast my mood can turn. hopefully it’s just hunger. had a really good day today; up too early (what else is new), socially-distanced with family (for one person, it’d been more than a year), picked up a friend in our bubble for a visit. and now i’m feeling that scratch on the…

Companion to our demonsThey will dance and we will playWith chairs, candles and clothMaking darkness in the dayIt will be easy to look in or outUpstream or down without a thought Sarah McLaughlin, Fumbling Towards Ecstacy False alarm. Thought I had a blog post. I know, I’m disappointed too. The next one could be enormous,…

I was never an athletic kid. Could barely skate worth a damn. The first time I tried skateboarding, I fell backwards and hit the heel of my right foot onto the pavement. Chipped a bone. Doctor said I’d walk with a limp the rest of my life. (Shows what he knows. I may have foot…

It’s stuck in my head. Supplanted The Devil’s Eye. I think I’m creating a soundtrack. For a story I haven’t written or even know what it is.

Apparently it’s a formal trip down memory lane tonight. Was just reminded of the one year, for my birthday, I was taken (by rickshaw) to a jazz club on Adelaide (or was it Wellington? No, Adelaide). Junior Mance was on the piano that night. The man was amazing. And he would hum along as he…

I’m a click-whore. I find myself checking the stats for this blog, to see if anyone’s reading. Not that I get a sense of pride or satisfaction when I see the results. But it’s knowing. That I’m not. Alone. In this thing. No one deserves. To be alone. Heavy memory time. I was relating to…

Ophelia was a bride of GodA novice CarmeliteIn sister cells the cloister bellsTolled on her wedding night Ophelia was the rebel girlA blue stocking suffragetteWho remedied societyBetween her cigarettes And Ophelia was the sweetheartTo a nation overnightCurvaceous thighs, vivacious eyesLove was at first sight, love was at first sight Ophelia was a demi-goddessIn pre-war babylonSo…

I’m in a mood. Cue the heavenly choir. It’s a bumpy ride, to be sure. Like. I bought beer today. I almost never bought beer. My wife asked why. I had no answer. I’m in a mood today. She says it could be my fluctuating medications as I bump up my anti-depressants. (Today is half…

Something’s happening, sounds like thunder, maybe the Lord is on His way,He’s still angry and He’s after me since I cheated on the Spanish Train,Oh yes He’s coming, and He could stop me, but He’d better make it soon,‘Cause the last time that I won a world, I made it into a moon Chris de…