Oh, inspiration! How tricky she can be. A fickle, yet warm and forgiving one. Addictive upon the taste and still almost always fleeting. And unsuspecting, upon acquaintance at the very least. The good kinds. The real deal. The ass kicking sort.
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.9.17
There are a whole mess of riddles about it. And it, as the subject of discussion, is most certainly bold. So much so, as to constantly and relentlessly interject itself in all we call human life. Anywhere. Any place. Any time. Every moment or happening or glimmer of whatever, it stands over you. Us. Tenderness…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.2.17
When was the last time that you were truly honest? I’m not fucking around here, I mean it. Truly honest. Truly. Honest.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.25.17
I wanted to say the soul is meant for labor. But it’s not quite that. Maybe we can just try the words in another way. A mild effort, in and of itself. Perhaps the word is better as work. But it seems to me to be something other than that, as well. Something not seeming…
The Veracious Facade 