If we could go back in time and if I could invite you into my home in 1974, I’d want you to listen to my brother Russ’s favorite music for a moment. It was heavy, hard, crashing, wild, and untamed at times. Raw. Energetic. Heavy metal. Thundering. Outside, it was summer. I had just graduatedContinue reading Waxing Nostalgic, Rush [music]
My last post was about music I grew up listening to. I featured 10 albums that I call “The soundtrack of my life.” Actually, those albums are mostly the soundtrack of my early teen life. Each one has a reason for being on the list that I kept at 10 albums due to time restraints,Continue reading Waxing Nostalgic, Paul McCartney [music]
Music is a big deal where I work at and I hear a lot of it on their radio that I don’t like. No matter how well I try to appreciate music after the 1980s, “I like that old-time rock ‘n’ roll” best. Of course, my definition of old-time rock ‘n’ roll differs from someContinue reading Waxing Nostalgic [music]
I gave my blog a new look again. It was looking cluttered. And since I’m at a standstill with my writing and art projects, I figured I’d have a go at blog design and pray for something appealing. This came after I gave up the idea of pulling the plug on my blog altogether. LifeContinue reading My Blog’s New Look
I could write more books—and blog about them—if I had more time to write. My 9-to-5 job—the one that pays the bills—runs within a timeframe of 8:30am to 10pm, five of the seven days of the week. My hours worked during a week fall between 30 and 38 hours. A typical schedule looks like this:Continue reading Writing Time
I’m writing this before I leave for work. I have a 1-10pm shift today. Next month I celebrate 16 years at the store I work at. Celebrate is the wrong word. I don’t celebrate anything about my job. Well, maybe the paycheck. But that isn’t much to party over. To say my job is depressingContinue reading Mundane Job Blues
A poet is a dreamer meditating on the reality of forging words into a fantasy of making love to the entire world.
I used to keep my snapshot photographs stored in albums. When I married and had children, my wife and I did the same for many years. Then, somewhere along the passage of time, we stopped storing our photos in albums and tossed them into empty shoeboxes instead. Now we have 30+ years of unlabeled shoeboxesContinue reading A Past Kept In Shoeboxes [photography]
See You Next Year!
As both an artist and a writer, I reflect on and analyze my life when I am alone. I accept what I understand and discard the rest. My spirit cannot grow in confusion.
My brother and best friend died on July 8, 2016. He was 57. Russ died on a Friday night while I was at work and feeling that something wasn’t right. I knew he was sick—he’d been battling cancer for several years and was growing weaker by the day. His cancer had reached stage 4. IContinue reading In Memory of My Brother
The old homestead has needed a sprucing for many years. Fresh paint or siding? That was the question while the roof was finally shingled last year during October. The powers that be decided to go with siding this spring. But May was too cold and wet with snow and rain for such a big project.Continue reading Fixing This Old House