Excerpts
Expressionism – Summer 2013
23 going on 50. Mid-life crisis’ have become so normal that now, they bring a sense of calm. Learning life is full of constant challenges was difficult. Confused, still, on when to rest. But that was back when I resented the impossible. Age brings wisdom, and it seems each year provides me with at least […]
Expressionism – 10-29-13
No one needs to be fixed. Broken parts can be utilized more so than the IKEA provided ones. Those are all numbered, lettered, ordered, with no individuality. Everyone has that table, with those legs. Work with your broken parts. They add character. If anything, grab some WD-40 and give the squeaky wheels some oil. You’ll […]
Expressionism – March 2013
The memories these walls contain would drive you insane if you created them, too. Can’t tell you how many times I pass that hallway, ever so aware of my choices. The same type of choices that led my stability to cave. Really, our relationship could have only taken so much pressure before cracking; Yet I […]
Expressionism – May 2013
Manic episodes steal the show. During the darker times, I let reruns play on repeat. Same plot. Same script. Even the same commercials. The only thing that changes is the characters. Roles reversed, actresses replaced, cast members killed off. Constantly forcing new lines upon them. It greatly differs from what their previous directors drilled into […]
Expressionism – Undated from Winter 2012
What a sick world it is, that we let things like addictions run our lives. Not only ours, but also the ones we love and actually want nothing but the best for. They halt their own progression just to help us through our bumps and falls. It’s not that they go unappreciated, but sometimes they […]
Expressionism – 10-24-13
Living life through escapes. This is just my latest example. Self-sacrificing sleep, all for the simple sake of expression. The irony is that if I slept more, there’d be far less that needed to be expressed. Yet there’s some imperfect beauty in struggle. There’s this odd promise made in the attempts to mend. A sense […]
Back in Denver
Took a trip to Denver in March 2014-After months of come-and-go writers block, traveling forced me to tap back into wordplay as a therapy tool. Was in an unfamiliar place with news that felt catastrophic, had to fall back on an old crutch. Thankful for this trip, and this piece because it freed that trapped […]
Reflective Sunday Update
Some more current pieces on my general state of mind and introspective understanding of life. These were all written in the past two months. Enjoy. (Written 2-25-2014) The definition of irony may be attempting to cure your social anxiety in by sitting smack dab in a sea of strangers. Been at this strange little […]
Back-logging cont.
More past poetry about women. Surprised? Confidence. Spilled like paint. Splatter the walls, with thick strokes of thanks. Tell her that she’s pretty. Quickly. Before she forgets me. Fidgety, Palms are even turning clammy And I’m perspiring anxiety So if you look you understand me. Beads of sweat, Piled up. You’re gonna sense my […]
Back-logging posts continued
Things behind the scene for the book are finally coming to culmination. Until I can release any news about it, here are once again some older, random writings from the past. These will be popping up in the next few days. Enjoy. Too drunk to deny you. Too in denial to stay sober. You […]
Long Legs in the Twin Cities 