A speech on Modern Spirituality, Buddhism, and the concept of enlightenment. This is by no means finished. Anyone wishing to engage in discussion regarding the topic, I’d love to address. Standing outside staggering just walked by a preacher, bishop man wants to crucify me, I think, for saying that the Buddha said the same thing […]

Sidney, Some people don’t have anything. Some people don’t deserve anything. A computer, a television, a car, a job, money, family, friends, self respect. Some people hate the fact that they’re alive. I feel like that a lot, like I had a window open for a while and then I saw it close, it’s always […]

I have intensely vivid dreams, dreams that are as real as sitting here. I am aware within my dreams that I’m asleep. My mind wanders in and out of memories and sometimes the dream is an alternate version of a real event, such as dreaming about finding your brother drowned in a swimming pool in […]

It’s a desolate vision… It always is with me. I don’t know if it’s all the drugs, my innate nature, or my self destructive inclination, but, in the end, I always choose what utterly destroys me. I’m on so many prescription medications that recreational drug usage would now simply be redundant. Even in my medicated […]

The air in the early evening had grown cold and unfriendly, it being late November, and the roads were wet and mush. Towards the end of the slushy, gravel lined roads, stood a small party of laughing men and women conversing loudly and stumbling from drunkenness. At the old church the night porter had lit […]

The Lost Soliloquy, 2006 Beside a candle late at night My glasses on and all was quiet; With candles as my reading light, After all day staring at the sea, (In a dream or so it seems) I’d brought a quiet book with me I then heard faint upon my door Three soft knocks and […]

1 Roger was alone in his grandmother’s basement with Elmer’s glue, liquid paraffin, and a copy of the New York Times. Dark Side of the Moon Breathe in the air played on his father’s stereo as he worked on the crossword in an old lounge chair. Finished, he folded the paper into the shape of […]

The Glass Umbrella, 2006 1 We are the footprints by the Sea. The waters come, and waters leave. Miss Sea, you see, your children taken; Children of the Sea forsaken. Oh see, oh Sea, Miss Galilee. Bring back what she took from me; bring back what you swallowed whole. The yawning, old, and wide mouthed […]