by on May 25, 2016

Into the night he stole from his window

away from quilt and pillow and locked doors

with deftness he moved within darkness

over sill, siding, junipers, aspers

adventure Oh Jake.....

On Traveling Alone -or- Some Form of Pareidolia

by on May 19, 2016

vml is trying too hardSomehow, I’ve bought into the idea that the world is worth seeing. God help me, because it’s probably some awful philosophy that every generation’s hipsters have ascribed to, or it’s what Solomon was referring to in Ecclesiastes when he wrote that the eye is never filled with seeing, nor is the ear filled with hearing– all things are wearisome, more than one can say.

But cerulean seas and sandy beaches, palm trees, waterfalls and warm weather beckon me to come and see and swim and read among them. Possibly with a beer. So, every now and again, I go. To the mountains, to the ocean or to the jungle. Part of this semiannual propensity to adventure has to deal with the fact that I can’t seem to tell anyone no, so I’m just busy all the time and end up needing a break before I freak the hell out and do or say something regrettable.

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