From the Depths

[I actually wrote this one a few months ago. I sometimes wonder why I hit “publish,” but then I remember that I need to look at myself in a mirror and this is it. And I wonder if by others looking at me looking at myself in the mirror, I can find some...

Embrace the Moon

Embrace the life and memories, a cousin wrote to me. Embrace the moon and good thoughts of life. Sound advice. Good advice. And like all of the advice I receive, I try. I push out from this cocoon of sadness and hurt. Grasp at the life, the memories, the moon and...

Self Medication, Coffee Edit

Yes, yes: more coffee please. Toss in a few aspirin. And 15 hours of sleep. But this is what I wrote the other night, with some editing, and an afterword. The last “afterword” is still a ways off. For being drunk, I don’t think I did all that bad… So damn exhausted....

Out Beyond the Break

A few columns ago, I realized crazy was back. Now, he’s riding shotgun, just a tiny little nugget in the back of my mind. I thought I would take him for a spin. This is both metaphorical and literal. Crazy really is riding shotgun. He can be there every time I step...

Lost-Time

“C’mon, baby. Come to papa.” I’m on the edge of my seat, like a top college athlete and the team rep is on stage about to announce their first round draft pick. “It’s mine. All mine.” I excelled in the combine. Took the tests and failed/passed them all. I show all of...