When I was in college in that tiny little town in southwest Arkansas, I would sometimes get sick and go see a doctor. One of the few that I could afford was this guy in a small clinic on the other side of town. At the end of the session, he’d check off a preprinted …
Category Archives: Journal
Cold Burn
Getting a lot of Facebook ads to join several of many “burner” groups. I may be friends with many people in the local burner community, but I am not a burner myself. It’s like Facebook doesn’t even know me. For that much, you also don’t know me. Maybe that’s by design. If so, then I …
Counting the Fish
Life of late is an endless stream of distractions. It’s not just the alerts, alarms, notifications, pop ups, warnings, pokes, winks, tweets, shouts…it’s that due to those, I’m now in a headspace where focus is impossible. I think that is to be my undoing. Our undoing. Thank god I don’t have a television, or nothing …
Anyway
driving around texarkana area tonight. wandering. thinking. funny how the new happens, old memories still return. north jefferson. in the highbeams, telephone poles look like crucifixes. fields of them. three sixteen. gethsemane. sheol. texarkana. sugarhill road. old beech street haunts, youth groupers lived there. parents successful. edge of town, suburbs. sanderson lane. saw stars. cassiopeia. …
Shoreline
Coffee shop life. I like the drink, but I like the company. Rather, I like the hope of company. What is delivered instead is an ocean of unknown faces and a beachhead of granite; the bulk and masses and swells — a tide of people who I could know but never will know — as …