Writer’s Block: You can’t run through the mind’s fertile flower field if you’re living in an emotional desert. Well…duh! And therein, my friends, resides the problem. 🙂 <_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_<_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_><_> My hands on the keyboard,… Continue reading
God, if you’re there, I have my Earl Grey tea with honey, almost total darkness, and a pair of closed eyes. Help? Your emotions are in the red zone. As I’m reading… Continue reading
All right. Here I am again, God, typing in the dark. I have my green tea with mint, a block of Muenster cheese, and a drenched Coon cat on my lap. I think… Continue reading
Here I am again, God, looking for answers while burning my mouth with peppermint tea. The self-impaling mind has been on overdrive recently. Your light sensitivity is on overdrive, too. You’re sitting at… Continue reading
All right. I have the lights off and I’m trying to think things through again. Don’t hurt yourself trying to think. That was cruel. No. Really (as you would say). Remember when you… Continue reading
Here I am again, God. In the dark asking…Asking… It’s 4:30am. Why the hell are you up? Is there a hell, God? Your father used to say, “The only hell is the one… Continue reading
Here I am again, God. In the dark asking…Asking.. For help? No. Guidance. If I’m asleep, why… You’re asking for truth. I am the way, the truth, the light… I can’t tell up… Continue reading
