Screw everything. Or, not everything, but some things. In this recent burnout culture, there are voices, both modern and past, that are the speakerphones of the generation. People like Bo Burnham, with his song “30” from his award-winning Netflix special Inside and Jonathan Larson’s theme of running out of time in Tick…Tick, Boom (also on... Continue Reading →
Finding Joy in the Mundane (A “Dear Danny” Letter)
Dear Danny, Today is a mundane day. I spent the morning cleaning, after Holy Spirit woke me up before 7a.m. (I read Romans 5 and the crucifixion accounts in all the Gospels), and after, I fell asleep again. I did, like, a deep, deep clean of my room, and guess what? I found hidden treasures!... Continue Reading →
Writing Opposite Langston Hughes, Poetically or “A Quiet Longing for Life”
I took the last line of a poem by Langston Hughes (“and death a note unsaid” from his “Note in Music” poem) and wrote the opposite of that one line. The rest just…flowed out. Life was many whispers saidin the palms of everyonewho lived and loved you,both out loud and in secret. And those whisperswere... Continue Reading →
When the Writer Uses Programming to Cope with PTSD
If I can control the external environment in front of me, namely my laptop, maybe I can control the inner, darker parts of me too. With Halloween being tomorrow, and the day not quite being over yet, I need all the light and promise programming offers that I can get.
I Am Not My Past (Memories)
I remember, reminiscing on you and the effect you had on my life. They told me that I was supposed to learn from you and once I got my lessons, I wasn't supposed to revert or glance back. But I did. You were the source of my tears at many a night, and... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 