back on the horse

I peeked into my past today and found that what I thought was, wasn't. I suspect there is a small chance that what I saw had been altered in some way, and I felt somewhat slighted. I saw elements of my presence as though my ghost had been haunting, however, and I felt vindicated. Or … Continue reading back on the horse →

Breakfast in America

You dreamed you were in a submarine with Adam Sandler. He was sitting at the helm with a blanket in his lap like an old man navigating darkness in solitude. You asked him how he knew when to turn and which way to go to avoid hitting underwater things, and he pointed to a button … Continue reading Breakfast in America →

Was it all just a dream?

I once had a small room with dark drapes, an overstuffed chair, and bookshelves filled with classics. I spent most of my time in that room typing on a keyboard that had most of the caps missing from its keys. I wrote everyday, often until the wee hours of the morning. I filled my screen … Continue reading Was it all just a dream? →

Fraud

Today is the last day of the year and the thousandth of previous ones just like it. Ah but this one is different! Today I don't feel the slow release of poison from my pores. Pent-up stress does not have its grip on me today, which is odd considering I just finished what should have … Continue reading Fraud →

locura

I've been listening to a Spanish radio station and trying to not translate anything in my head. The longer I listen, the easier it is to distinguish one word from the next even when I don't know what the words mean. I'm discovering that I understand what the radio people are saying better when I … Continue reading locura →