Tag Archives: Prose

The world moves faster when there is no place to go.   That statement is not always true until you find yourself moving in slow traffic on a busy street when you have some place to be.  Isn’t it funny how time never waits for us but we are always waiting for time?  Every minute […]

There are times where I’m just an admirer and there are times… when I am the admired but for all that I’ve become I still fear at times those unfamiliar eyes that stare at me. There are people who either e-mail me or comment why write these diaries. They say there is nothing wrong with […]

Somewhere a poet is crying because he can I’ve traveled to many places in this world without leaving the destination of my front window.  There are days I sit and allow my mind to explore and reach out in a transpiration of thought.  I search for new views and interpretations in a world where everyone […]

It was just me, warm beer, the phone and a clock as I sat there in the dark spotlights of loneliness. A Friday night and I was sitting alone staring off into the past wondering if I said the wrong thing or maybe it was something I didn’t say. The beginning years of my thirties […]

Nothing always means something when the mind spray paints a dream. I write to put my tag on inspired hearts but furthermore I write to create the images my thoughts formulate.  I found myself staring at the side of an abandoned building one motionless Monday afternoon.  It was polluted with many different flavors of expression […]