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for me pain don’t transfer a sense of life. nor a hint nor a whisper of a need for penance. to me, life’s hurts are little more than minor key variations on suffering’s simple melody… even a tortured man can… Continue Reading →
I stash myself in words and in borrowed thoughts. chunks of me cover blank pages that were once a redemptive smile on a broken man’s face. the corners of his mouth purse away my own tears his eyes are my… Continue Reading →
I think it’s hard to argue that we in some trouble. Hundreds of people each month are succumbing to drug and alcohol addiction. Needless deaths. I write this column in hopes that someone reads it and guides either himself or… Continue Reading →
I submit that the current goal of education in the United States of America is to create worker bees and boss bees. Weber confirms this thought, “today’s capitalism, which has come to dominance in economic life, creates and trains, by… Continue Reading →
Are at risk kids just creatures responding to their environments with no hope of assimilating into mainstream life? There have always been kids who live on the margin of society and I suspect there will always be kids who live… Continue Reading →
Saw and heard George Thorogood his guitar sounded like the damned finding their salvation crying for their reprieve I played my guitar today wouldn’t have melted warm butter but it felt good to play and I was glad I… Continue Reading →
There are times I wanna surf the wind on a leaf not for nothin’– not for a dime not for a smile not for nothing but for a little while. just to float and fly and feel free from gravity… Continue Reading →
Most mornings, I look out of my hallway window and watch the sky turn bright rust. I’ve always loved the early morning sky-glow: All the words yet to write and ideas yet to learn and chords yet to build, form,… Continue Reading →
Days go by, drowned in memories – stories written in invisible ink. I want something cool to gravitate my way. Instead, I forget and get lost underneath the cross I carry. I don’t think it’s for me to carry… Continue Reading →
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