As I sat reading through one chapter of my beta manuscript, with the Saints-Falcons game on in the background, my dog, Teddy, laid next to me. He was curled up in his favorite fleece, huddled against my wife’s side. Snuggling on the couch is his favorite pastime. Continue reading “Happy 4-Year Anniversary… to My Doggo Teddy!”
My lifestyle goals were… difficult this week. In fact I completely forgot about them — with good reason.
My aunt passed away unexpectedly last Saturday. Tuesday night after work, we drove my dad up to New Jersey for the funeral on Wednesday morning. Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: Strange Week”
You would turn me away,
Your own flesh and blood,
Because of something beyond my control.
So your gratitude and ignorant love,
Mean nothing, once the truth is told. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #64 – F.A.M.I.L.Y.”
Cousins and friends meet,
mingling until they’ve melded,
an extended clan.
Steve D
Told with the fondness of nostalgia,
I grew up with the same few stories,
Like prized childhood memories
Of times considered better.
Where violence was common,
And insults became funny after time.
Because when you’re that young,
Everything seems worse than it was. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #157 – Real Love”
I hide behind the words of wisdom of women wiser than I’ll ever be;
Hide behind the veiled revelations of grief,
Hoping no one will notice and try to comfort me.
Because the disguise denies the intimacy,
Of this pain.
To my shame, I admit I crave:
The sadness. The misery. The tears.
Because if my eyes ever clear;
If a smile ever appears;
It’ll feel like a betrayal. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #167 – Thank You – JG”
Heroism
‘In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?’ – Joss Whedon
It’s supposed to be so simple. Hero. Someone that saves the day, right? We grow up with these images of chiseled men and women, painted in neon colors, performing impossible tasks of daring and bravery, holding them on high like deities, and with ubiquitous propaganda of soldiers wrapped in the red white and blue, infallible in their willingness to die for their love of country. And so we learn that heroism is all about the big things: Continue reading “Concept Art – Captain Hammer Told Me Everyone’s A Hero In Their Own Way”
The Family Dinner Party
Where the man
at the top of the stairs,
the butcher of our tiny land
came from, nobody will say.
Every family has one.
We gather together,
blood running down
the wooden steps
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