0000 He gleams. Tonight, he comes to us in green. Tonight, he is the worst I’ve ever seen. His Name’s GOMHILTRA. Look! You cannot know what is Unseen until you See it first! And so, until we Wake, we’ll fill our blogs, and walk our dogs, and listen to our boss. 0200 I hear you … Continue reading 12042021
2020 “I love you, but I never told you so.” Now, listen there: that music's much too loud. I cannot hear the silence in the house. I hear all that commotion from beyond these brand new padded windows, all in white. It carries me along: an orchestra of violence and howling in the night. Be … Continue reading 12032021
1800 What’s wrong with us? Why do we treat each other this way? I think it’s very strange. We’re distant from our closest ones, and close entirely to strangers. What a world. “Fitting the criteria,” she says. “Fitting your criteria. How I try to show you that I value what you think. And yet, it … Continue reading 11262021
2230 I call this one "The Crazy Orange Man:" "Do not approach the crazy orange man. He stinks of cabbage and his clothes are bad. The man is talking to himself. They say that he is going mad." So I approach the crazy orange man and let him talk. He asks me for a dollar. … Continue reading 11242021
1500 Who are you when no one else is watching? The ancients called that state of mind the Soul. The Soul is what you are. It’s what you think when no one is around you to decide. It’s what you feel when there’s no one to love. It’s what you know when you don't know … Continue reading 11232021
1200 I guess there's nothing left to do but write. 1500 “I knew I was worthless.” “I knew I was worthless.” That’s all you ever say. I think that we are way beyond repair. Nothing fixes ego. Nothing heals the tiresome gnashing of the heart. Bitterness and jealousy concoct a most exquisite vengefulness! But here … Continue reading 11222021
2230 I never know what I'm about to write. I write whatever comes to mind. I write because I can, because I should, because what else is there to do when you're alone? Sometimes, I draw. But usually, I write. Sometimes, I solve the Rubik's cube. Sometimes, I watch a show, or read, or call … Continue reading 11212021
I've heard this from almost everyone I know: "You know, I think I’d like to write someday." For many, that’s as far as it’ll go. They never write, but always wish they did. Then, there are those who write, but never show. They don’t because it’s never good enough. They don’t because they think that … Continue reading 11202021
Impostors don't survive here. Dearborn is a cutthroat town.
Here's to The Griot: my Clean, Well-Lighted Place.