Even as a kid of twenty, before I was particularly good at anything, I always saw my limited artistic abilities in the context of Vincent Van Gogh. I could do cartooning, photography, and had begun to write poetry and songs. I wasn’t great at any of those things, mainly because I refused to ever take…
Another poetry reading. Not sure how the sound became out of synch on YouTube, but oh well. Peace, babies.
some words need not be rewritten only remembered te quiero, mi amor
Meeting someone in the flesh for the first time is an interesting experience, particularly after you’ve established a relationship via an online forum. WordPress is one example, but so is Facebook, Google+, and others. With the availability of free or cheap webcamming (FaceTime, ooVoo, Skype), you can virtually sit with someone as easily as we…
My Dearest Santa, As a boy, I never asked for anything for Christmas. You may remember that or not. Part of it was likely my paralyzing shyness. (Best to get all of that nonsense out of the way forever, eh?) 🙂 However, no small part was due to the fact that (and my deepest apologies…
On my day off, the day we call Black Friday in the U.S., rather than spending my time at the mall, at work, or writing at home, I spent it babysitting my favorite 2 and almost-5 year old. It was just me, the kids, and my little Fujifilm X20. I have to say, it did…
This is photograph of my niece. While the rest of America is either recovering from a food coma or fighting crowds at the local mall (so that they can buy grandma that ugly robe that was marked down from $100 to the $40 the retailer had always planned to sell it for) I will be…
The past is meant to be buried. Digging through the rubbish bin of past memories stirs up not only crap best left forgotten, it opens energies beyond us that we once thought closed. As an example, take Emprise, a book I wrote 2 years ago when I was in the process of healing from a…
The Artists' Sanctum 