Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Fucking 6:00 am train, I used to think passing trains were cute, romantic even. Now I only hear the shrill, and screeching nuisance.The proper pain in the ass toss and turn in bed, cover a pillow over my head kind of bother. The Insomniac or something different, just stardust cycling Read more
“Pick Em’ Off … One At a Time!” Those of us who are grandparents know that you had better not make a promise to one of your grandchildren unless you mean it. I am blessed to have, Sascha Yasmeen Ellison, who I often say is my favorite granddaughter. However, she Read more
Kids: Collect your pennies and bottle return dimes. Check any return slots on parking meters and vending machines that don’t use credit cards. Send your change to scientists planning to launch robots the size of cell phones to the nearest star system. Mini rockets, mini-explorations that will open like butterflies Read more
Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Every year I devote tremendous time and currency (both monetary and emotional) to the planning and preparation of the ultimate holiday gala. With so much festivity comes a great many stressful decisions. Like many, I overspend on gifts; I overstress about food, Read more
You are an omnipresent cold embrace, that keeps me shivering through the empty nights. You are the dawn of day and the moon, that blinds me and keeps me awake. You are a ceaseless string of memories in my lucid dreams; and the jolt of somnambulism. You are a sinking Read more
I don’t speak Chinese, I don’t speak Swahili, I don’t speak Arabic, I don’t speak Spanish, I don’t speak French, I don’t speak any of these other than English and some bastardized basics of a smattering from a few others. But I wish we spoke them all, and so often Read more
We sat bare assed and wetting our hunger condensing. In a cloud of Jack Daniels you dealt a final round. Drawing each card slowly from the deck, fingers placed like a gentle lover between the folds of the cut. Lifting each card into the growing fan of your hand, you Read more
I used to love steak. It was a defining personality trait. I was known for my love of slightly still mooing dead cow. I could have had it every meal for the rest of my life and died tragically young but ecstatically happy. My bloodstream was probably over the legal Read more