Lost my voice. No, I can still talk. I do that a lot when I can. But the inner voice? That dude doesn’t say much these days. I think he hates me.
Category Archives: Journal
Austinversary 22
July 28, today, is my 22nd anniversary since moving to Austin. Twenty. Two. At the dumb, hopeful, stupid age of 28 I drove my broke ass to this town to sleep on a futon and have dreams. Now at 50 I sit my fat ass on my futon and wonder where my dreams got off …
Wires and Rhyme
I wrote a lot of poetry in my younger days. Like, a lot. It was my jam. Sometimes there was meter, sometimes there was rhyme, but I considered myself more of a free-verse poet. And most of it was terrible (bad poetry, oh noetry!). But I kept writing — so much so that my friend …
Missed Connections
I’ve forgotten how to relate. Spent a lifetime of thinking the possibility of a relationship was more important than having a relationship. Work has to go into it to bring it value. But, no. I focused on the possibility. And now it’s no longer possible. I’m an old man. The end.
Return to Source
I survived COVID-19. But I have this anger. Muted rage. All that worry, all that preparation, all that precaution, all the vaccinations, all the epidemiological learnings, all the discussions and warnings and avoidance. And I still got COVID. Still. I just don’t understand. I tried. Honestly tried. But I got it from a place of …