Boy

Tossed through the air in a slow tumble. Numb, in smoking clothes and a cloud of dust. Above, the Veil moved from its slow wash of pale color to violent, stabbing flashes and rippling light. No sound, just the flashes from above and the movement of battle from...

No need to say “sorry” and another story almost ready.

Two reviews on the story...although one got pulled, don't know why (it wasn't me!). The one that's left is from someone who liked the title but not the story. Odd thing, they said "sorry" at the end of the review. No need! If you didn't like it that's okay. I've been...

The Conspiracy Brothers

The Conspiracy Brothers spoke in low tones so the air wouldn't overhear. They were disappointed. Disappointed by the current climate of things. It wasn't weather they whispered about, though the constant spring rain did bother the brother wearing flip-flops, it was...

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Temporal Claustrophobia

Trying to explain progress, letting go of things and being okay with the divergence of lives as they move along their perspective paths is hard; almost impossible, especially when the people you’re talking about, and explaining these things to, play important roles in your story. There’s a lot of quiet space, filled with thought and the careful construction of concepts, what you’ll say next and how to put these together in a way that won’t cause everything to collapse or explode. The places filled with words are fueled by emotion and energy; tinder just ready for a spark. And there you sit, in the center of attention with a magnifying glass focused down and sunlight beaming through the lens; nowhere to go and the whole conversation compressing the air around you.

The Bigger Projects…

What you'll see in the near future will be shorter pieces. That's what I like writing, that's what I've always written (unless we're talking about Technical Writing...then I've already written volumes!). A challenge, and the projects for the long-term are longer...

The recent past…in writing

Failing Happiness

Failing Happiness

Failing Happiness is the place of wilting, not dying, wilting. I can't generalize for everyone suffering from Mental Illness, I won't speak for them; if anything, this shit is so random my own descriptions can't really match up to anyone else. I do know...

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Hail Mary

Hail Mary

Life doesn’t stop between posts, it just…degrades.

I am out of options, hitting for the fences now. 

I really, really hate mental illness.

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2018 Harley Davidson FXBR, Breakout

2018 Harley Davidson FXBR, Breakout

The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018 is over! A couple of weekends ago I bought a 2018 Harley Davidson FXBR, Breakout.

And since this damn blog shares a lot of words about riding, and since Spivey (my 2014 Yamaha Bolt R-Spec) is now in the loving hands of my daughter; you’re going to hear a lot about this 2018 Harley Davidson Breakout.

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Pessimistic Idealism

Pessimistic Idealism

My dreams are woven from dark fabric; bound in smoke and fire – embellished with tears. Yet, to see such decoration our eyes need light. It is pointless to weave intricate patterns that cannot be seen. There can never be destruction without creation.

Pessimistic pondering must be balanced by Idealism, or the entire dream collapses into depthless nightmare.

So, yes. I am a man with Pessimistic Idealism driving my thoughts. Since nothing is mutually inclusive, these two clashing concepts work in balance to create some future vision. I think they birth Hope…and a fragile Faith.

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The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018

The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018

The Great Motorcycle Hunt of 2018 Spivey is now in the loving hands of my daughter. He was a faithful steed and I miss him. But I am very happy he is where he is.   Searching... This Spring I will get my next bike. Since I have a habit of researching...

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Toxicity

Toxicity

Toxicity …is everywhere, and it’s seeping into life — both waking and sleeping. This is what I’m doing about it.

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Isolation

Isolation

White Supremacists in the Full-Time RV community have forced me to deactivate my FaceBook account. Old friends are not really speaking to me right now. We have one car, so while Julie’s at work I’m land-bound.

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