Horn of Plenty
It was just Thanksgiving and one of the symbols from back when I was smaller was the Cornucopia. A curved, hollow goat’s horn or similarly shaped receptacle (such as a…
New Signs
A New Beginning
Me
Search
A Final Resting Place
You spend most of your life having firsts. Kisses, lovers, marriages, children, grandchildren. Eventually though those firsts start to give way to lasts. You hardly notice them. They are not…
The mote in god’s eye
I don’t believe in god. I doubt that I ever have. While I was raised catholic and even an altar boy none of that made me believe. Experience only confirmed…
The longest way around is the shortest way home
Never have I ever… Lived on my own. Unless you count the year I was homeless. I have always lived with family. either blood or built with those that would…
Body of Evidence
I have never liked my body. Not any piece of it. Not when I was a child, not when I was a teen, not when I was a man and…
Must Be The Season Of The Whip
When I look out my windowMany sights to seeAnd when I look in my windowSo many different people to beThat it’s strange, so strange You’ve got to pick up every…
Subscribe to Blog via Email
Sheets of San Francisco
