Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.20.17

Time! That bastard! All this talk of human might… and yet at the clock’s mercy we all remain. I can hide it or dress it up any way I’d like. As can you. But the ‘tick-tock’ of inevitability can be deafening. Something we all were supposed to learn from Captain Hook, yet never quite did….

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.13.17

Apologies for the delay, if you’ll allow it. If ye shan’t, I will still proceed. It has been a busy few days. Weeks. Months. Life. I insist upon it that way though. It seems to be how I like to operate. Never tired, though justification for being so would not be farfetched.

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…