This post reveals, honestly, a 17 year friendship which devolved into obsessive, horrible, unreciprocated, and misinterpreted friendship with benefits and its eventual declension.
Last weekend we packed practically half of our possessions (well, it sure felt that way) and went out-of-town for a two-day furlough from life's daily grind. We travelled south from Chicago and around the tail end of Lake Michigan to the eastern shore and small, polka-dot-like towns of Southwest Michigan known as Harbor Country. These bucolic … Continue reading Smack Dab In The Middle Of Nowhere: Ah, Perfect!
We make all kinds of decisions every day. I'd assert that a tenet of life is decision. Decisions are based on a fundamental understanding of options. These options are often presented through language. Our language has mirrored our intellectual expansion during the past twenty years (since the commercialization of the internet), but it's also exponentially … Continue reading The American Lexicon Is Fundamentally Evolutionary
No, my mother lived a small, tightly wound existence, and like those gated-communities with elaborate, electronic gates and guard-posts manned by ex-militia, she'd honed the art of deflection, quickly interrupting my admission like a towering volley ball player blocking an opponents spike,
“So, what did you want to know?” Scott asks placing the bottle of wine on a coaster. Tom stands, adjusts the flame and walks to the sofa where he sits. Scott sits cross-legged at the corner. “Well, how you came to be here. Not here, in my house per ce, but, I guess, how you … Continue reading . . . later that night . . . (excerpt from “The Other: A Collection of Doubt”)
I had thought that an increase in medication would signal a decrease in depression. But my psychiatrist corrected my logic and chose two separate metaphors to describe my recovery: 1) A hand saw; and, 2) Alpine Climbing. Picture a well-made 26" cross-cut hand saw with its blade facing upwards. Don't look at the teeth but … Continue reading Recovery: A Saw Blade and Alpine Climbing (Journal: July, 2008)
Initially my focus was poetry: Simile and Metaphor; juxtaposition; possessing the "ear" to hear. That is, to identify words not only by their meaning, but also how they sound when blended with their kin folk in the paragraph. Some call it style: I was taught that it was called my voice. I attended the only university that … Continue reading As a Playwright: Notes & Excerpt from “Afterward”