The Unforgiving Man

    I was lying in bed after the night the spirits came to visit again.  I lay there long after the sun decided to came up.  I lay there unable, drained and fatigued, to get up.   Consciousness came to my side to talk with me, seeing that I needed talking. He’s a stoic…

Quiet House (2016, revisited)

Depression to me is a quiet house.   It is held in a shadow box, behind a thick pane of crystal glass. Where if you can peer inside, you will see that there are always dishes in the sink, and a persistent steady drip from the bathroom faucet. The swing set out back rocks gently….

The Unforgiving Man

I was lying in bed, after the night the spirits came to visit again Even after the sun finally came up I couldn’t find the motivation to get up. Consciousness came to my side to talk with me seeing that I needed talking He’s a stoic man, but I can always trust him to be…

What I’ve always and only known: Fear and Attachment

From bus terminal to bus terminal, from gate to gate, maybe during a week of hiking or a week of navigating a new city, you carried hefty pieces of what seemed to be essential pieces of luggage. Tedious toil it was to lug around these pieces of what you came to refer as  (as) an…