I love my dog, she’s my baby. Anyone who knows me, knows Lupe is spoiled rotten. Hour long walks, gluten-free dog food, homemade treats. If chicken broth ice cubes count. I love her, a little bit less when the temperature hovers at zero and she doesn’t want to go out. Shit man, neither do I. Five layers, boots, double hats, gloves, kill me now. Burnt nose, numb extremities, (mine), her-
Who Are We.
I never paid much attention to a normal, calendar year. When you have a serious illness, days are measured in hours, minutes and even seconds. On a good day, when the mind is quiet, belly laughs come and go. That usually happens when my favorite people are around, the ones that know me best. Yes, being loved without the label or judgment, counts. On a bad day, I fight.
While living in Hamburg, my friend convinced me to go to the zoo. After walking the Alster 100 times, I begrudgingly obliged. A quick pic. in front of a sex shop. Yes, they had a red light district next to a zoo, bizarre but true. Anyway, I hated it. I don’t want to watch animals caged, suffering, climbing the walls. It’s barbaric, unnatural and confirms the times we live in.
A bright, shiny moment captured becomes the faded, fond memory. This, is precisely how Christmas felt, some time ago. May you carry the magic of a child and all their firsts, hold tight to the warmth in your heart, mindful of the moments. The bizarre, fleeting wonder of a life. A Christmas wish, may the child grow confidant, strong, happy, humble and kind. Compassionate. Yes, it has
Start to Finish. Writing is my medicine, the thing that comes naturally. The words conduits from the air, energy, somewhere I don’t quite understand. Hey, I’ll take it. When I set out to self publish, I thought this will be a breeze. Yeah, not. I’m no quitter. Start to finish, I present The Vast Landscape. I hope you love Harrison as much as I do. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H3P51LS
AFTERGLOW – excerpt The Vast Landscape A precocious little girl, with ringlets and carrot top hair wears bright colors and lace stockings. From a not so distant place, Zack sits perched on a bench. Enjoying an ordinary spring day, ice cream drips down his granddaughter’s chin. The back and forth sing song of the ocean, sand, surf, her own personal backyard. -Some days are B & W, and some are
The Vast Landscape.
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I’ve mostly been embarrassed by my looks, I never outgrew the gawky teens years. The fluke modeling career, false impressions people make about you. I downplayed it for half my life, hid in a corner for the benefit of others. There no longer is the need to pretend play that part. As I embark on a more satisfying, terrifying career, I jump. Headfirst. I thought I had to compartmentalize, distance myself