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Sunday Deliberations

Sunday Deliberations

I need to get something straightened out in my mind, the urge, the inclination, the frequency of the premonition that I need to change my living situation to rejuvenate my life. If that means selling my house and downsizing my material footprint, then I expect to have...
My Outpost in Suburbia

My Outpost in Suburbia

The neighbor lady one house over from me, described our neighborhood as an oasis. Her depiction of our street, monikered as Place and dead-ending at my domicile, conflicts with the rants I’ve penned to describe my perspective of holing up in the middle of suburbia,...
Going Native in Suburbia

Going Native in Suburbia

The frequency of my rumination of living as a nomad has increased. I’m scratching an itch that doesn’t appear to be resolving; it may require the healing properties of the nomadic lifestyle. The suburban jungle in which I live is choking me with its toxicity of noise,...
Defining Moments

Defining Moments

I appreciate the house in which I call home, but it anchors me to suburbia, and it’s suffocating me, holding me hostage, tethering me to the general population of a society that’s stretched like a steel spring. When a coiled spring is drawn out to its maximum tension,...
Demons and Ghosts

Demons and Ghosts

I slay demons and share a house with ghosts. I’ve known since childhood the difference between good and evil, and that I carry a dark passenger with me inside my head, his name is Frank. Frank joins forces with me to dispatch the demons that attempt to ruin my life...