I went to get a massage this past weekend. The first since returning from the west coast where I went and got my black belt (Again with the black belt! Cool it. And bear with me for a hot sec.). That was almost 4 months ago. I walked into the therapy room and shook hands … More Listen to Yourself. No. Like Literally.
I am a sucker for deep quotes, deep thoughts and accounts about deep journeys that make my quest through the treacherous valleys of living life with uncertainty arresting me at every turn, less lonely. Words that soothe me to help me feel normal. So I get it. I don’t want to come at my self-help-championing … More Self-Helpless: a superficial inquiry into the first world obsession with spiritual depth
Every April for the last six years, Whitney and I have thrown down for National Poetry Month, polishing off our poetry-writing chops. Every year, we take turns choosing a poetic form for the year’s challenge and this year, Whitney chose the ghazal. The Ghazal is an Islamic form of poetry, comprised of a rhyming couplet … More POEM: Enemy (a ghazal)
Dear… Hawksley…? Mr. Workman? Or do you prefer being addressed in full: Hawksley Workman? For all intents and purposes though, as I scribe to you this letter, I will call you Hawksley – not to ignore your preference nor to ignore the proper nomenclature inherent in addressing a performer’s stage name/persona – simply because this … More No Sissies: An Open Letter to Hawksley Workman
In the last two days, two moments occurred when I almost got hit by a car. Almost. Were it not for the variants of distance, velocity, strength and my own instinct to move, something may have happened. But it didn’t. I charge on. A bit more shaken than I was prior to those two days, … More “Patience, young grasshopper” and Other Clichéd Resolutions for 2016
Year five (that’s right 5!) of Whitney and I writing a poem in celebration of National Poetry Month. April was a busy month for the two of us and so pardon this 5-day tardy. We each wrote epitaphs about (prepare yourself for depth) an aspect of ourselves that has died. For Whitney, it was her … More POEM: Forever Her Antagonist (An Epitaph)
Superman is the ubiquitous superhero. He is the emblem of all emblems. You think superhero, you think Superman. Particularly if you are not into superheroes at all. I am suspicious of people who say their favourite superhero is Superman. Seems like a half-ass answer, you know? He’s a demi-god. Who sympathizes with a demi-god? Now Batman, … More Why Superman?