My year in books… Yesterday, I started a new blog series that I’m hoping to carry through to the end of year. My blogs are built of books, much in the same way, and in the same proportion, as syrup is made of sap. It takes 40 gallons of sap …
I measure my year in books. Every year I give myself an unspoken reading goal. Unspoken, because it’s a personal challenge that I present to myself inwardly, and because if I don’t announce the goal it’s less embarrassing when I fail to meet it. Some might say that’s petty. To …
Last week the folks over at the Tattooed Buddha were kind of enough to publish a piece of my writing. Below is an small excerpt. If you’d like to read the full article you can find it here. Dissatisfaction and disdain rest atop nearly all the facts and facets of …
Giacomo Leopardi was a poet, philosopher, essayist. A radical, forward thinker whose erudite progressivity blossomed and bloomed despite the conservative constraints of his context, much in the same way a dandelion summons the subtle but relentless strength to breach concrete. But this is not to say that he was not …
“it wasn’t just the old worry, the one he’d lived with all his life, as long as he could remember that weighed on him. It was also the dreams.” J.M. Micro, Ordinary Monsters Worry carries a weight. A stress. A strain. But, it’s one I’ve grown accustomed to carrying. There …
“Reality can get dismal”, says Andrew Solomon, and “Human beings are fundamentally absurd”. In both cases, I couldn’t agree more. We are the most arrogant of all species. We are so entranced by our own self-assuredness, so intoxicated with our own self-importance, that we fail to see how the incredible …
“My body loves inertia, my brain loves oblivion” Louise Erdrich, The Sentence I’m restless with the craving for constant motion. Ever needing to avoid the evil of idle hands, the devil can make playthings of whatsoever he chooses as along as I can keep moving. Better the devil you know, …
“Maybe this is what grief is…Maybe this is how loss feels. Like nothing. Like wind in a hollow…Grief and hate are close cousins.” J.M. Miro, Ordinary Monsters “The weak can overcome the strong if the weak persist. Persisting isn’t always safe, but it’s often necessary.” Octavia E. Butler, The Parable …
Every day that I read I am taken down from the ledge that looms over my total annihilation, and every day that I don’t finds me drawing ever closer to it. Most days, in one form or another, I am found mourning a loss of life. I am mourning the …
Muses are fickle and unpredictable. Graceless guests that cannot be trusted to arrive on time, nor counted on to show up for work ready to do their jobs, if they even show up at all. When creativity is a no call, no show, the writer must be prepared to carry …
