He lived off the grid for many years. Nothing could trace him. Devoid of social insurance, bank account, credit cards, he was a ship cast out to sea without direction. It was important to him not to be found. Great and subtle lengths were taken to erase any sign of existence.… Read full post »

There was a spider...

Well I mean he isn't just any spider.  To the glancing eye, he would be sort of ugly with an out of proportion brown body with black spots.   But I spent Saturday morning with him out on the porch while he was building his… Read full post »

It is what it is, what it was that it is.......

He had come back begrudgingly....

He looked out into his front yard at the old weathered white fence partially wrapped around his small front yard. The fence was composed of square posts spaced three feet apart. Three wooden planks set horizontally between them. Occasionally, through… Read full post »

When they go, you never see it coming. The shot to your stomach comes from a sniper at a thousand yards.

It was planned that way.

Planned months in advance like an invasion. International accounts cut off weeks in advance, platoons… Read full post »

Over the past week or so, we have had an influx of creativity.  We learned that we have wonderful writers who are also amazing artists as well.  We have seen some absolutely beautiful work on canvas and on occassion people have requested to buy said paintings.

 When I initiall… Read full post »

She stood at the end of the beach where wet and dry connect.

Toes curled into the sand, every grain felt, a pain long filed away.

She lifted her head bravely, eyes lightly squinting as the sun began it's approach on the horizon.… Read full post »

 Preface: Monday thru Friday my sister and I have a constant flow of thought while she's at work.  This one ended up in my mailbox today.....

so how was your birthday?
 
I have renamed the marketing department here in my company...The EAC (Eat A Cookie) Division. f/… Read full post »

Originally written:
Sunday, 25. December 2005, 12:55:05

So I sit here on a Christmas morning
Thinking of years when they were here...
trails of confetti dotted the halls
so they could find their way to their gifts..
and today..
the halls are dark..
no/… Read full post »

As I am currently working on a project this week, I fear I will not have time to write something even remotely decent. In lieu of that, I have prepared something from the Wok Archives.  Years ago, I had a blog that noone read (If a blog falls in… Read full post »

Well...

We push things back far within our minds. We do this in order to survive. In order to move forward and function. The dates are nonexistent. The events themselves are only shadows of the original. To pluck them back out; to… Read full post »

It had been a couple of years since I delved back into politics or at least the news surrounding it. After reading article after article about what was happening in America, I could no longer bear to read anymore. In the short years since I had crossed… Read full post »

I remember being five years old and rushed to the hospital on a semi regular basis. Having an asthma attack in the early seventies was an interesting adventure. You would go in, they would give you a shot of adrenaline and a huge pitcher of water… Read full post »

The horn went off in the middle of class like in an old European war film, people of allied nations heading quickly to bomb shelters. The teacher would begin opening the windows to the classroom as we marched calmly out the door into the halls, coats in… Read full post »

I really was trying to avoid writing about this. Better yet, I was consciously avoiding it on a daily basis. I would go to the bathroom to pee and there she would be staring at me. I would take her and shove her under the myriad… Read full post »

On a number of occasions, I've been the 'friend'. You know, the guy who ends up reluctantly in the friend zone. At some point, you become the Dalai Lama of what men are thinking or their intentions. You begin to take on some feminine characteristics in/… Read full post »

MTV, or how I now call it, Moron Television.

There was once a great television channel in the early 80's that provided youth with the ability to watch music videos all day. I can remember coming home from school, turning on the TV and… Read full post »

Being primarily a city guy for the better parts of my life, my last mouse incident was many years ago.  We were still living in Long Island, so I must have been between 8 - 12 years of age.  My mother of course didnt take kindly to the fact… Read full post »

I'll be the first to admit that when it came to the Middle East, the naivety within me partially believed that the people essentially elected the officials who closely mirrored their own beliefs.  That whatever oppressive group lorded over them was self inflicted.

 The United State… Read full post »