I want to write about how I feel the tug of the other side, about how an awareness of not being, at least not in this form, sometimes makes my heart skip a beat. I wouldn’t call it fear, exactly, though maybe it’s fear’s distant cousin, or a half-brother. It’s… [Continue Reading]

Change. It happens. It’s the way of things, of life. Inside me something’s been pent up for something like forever. Tied up. Stifled. It’s some kind of energy. Isn’t energy a property of matter related to its ability to perform work? You know, work. As in motion, movement. (I had… [Continue Reading]

Mercy death Just the other day I died a little a lot again and again right here on the floor while Leonard Cohen stole my breath with his holy irreverence streaming in Live from London He was the light and the crack and the bird on a wire I was… [Continue Reading]