New Life, New Direction

I started writing a post with more thorough explanation…. but then I realized it probably wouldn’t make much sense to the people I love, the people I think will read this. So I’m drastically cutting it down to a few key, vague elements. Perhaps when I’m in my 90s I’ll …

4 Time Zones, 3 Months & 2 Dead Bodies

I hurry along the narrow sidewalk in the direction of the bus stop, head bowed against the light drizzle slowly rendering my eyeglasses opaque. My body knows these streets; I could walk them backwards and blindly. I’m leaving home to go to a place I call home. The heels of …

The Naming of Things

An original song, acoustic, jamming in my Berliner flat. It was inspired by an amazing chiropractor that I visit who led me into a deep, philosophical conversation about words and language existing only with duality and and and…. I’m wearing a hoodie I found in a dupster. I guess you …

Words of Love Unspoken [A Song]

Note: normally I include an explanation following the song lyrics, but … this song is actually about how difficult it is to formulate love into words used by the logical mind. It was written in Enterprise, Florida and, like all my songs, are words of truth.   well, i wrote …

Code Talkers: The Language of Terrorist Attacks

The ‘Code Talkers’ were Native Americans who volunteered in the United States Military during World War Two, serving as telegramme communications specialists. Their code was never broken — that is to say, once the war had ceased, no one continued trying to decipher their code. This handful of Natives amounted …

Old Paints, Old Topic

​Love is the only truth. ​

My mother bought me this palatte. I was maybe ten years old, too young for such an expensive gift, but maybe she wanted to encourage my talent and passion at a young age.

These paints have traveled many oceans. I still open them when I wish to express parts of my soul not found through Words. I still pack them before embarking on long journeys.

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It was like Minnesota in the summer…

It was like Minnesota in the summer, only rendered more naked underneath the sweltering sun, our hearts laid bare before the earth and our brothers. In Cameroon, you could hide nothing. The heat drew forth every smell and sound; it wearied one’s body until every emotion was left raw and …