Candle Life

The thing about being naked is… well, you’re naked. There is no false illusion: What you see is what you get… almost. Sure, many “I Love You’s” have been uttered while naked, but they are soon exposed for what they really mean, “I want you.” In some ways being naked is like being really drunk….

There is blood on the sidewalk. There, just outside the door. Blood, red, a pool that is still moist and it spreads – dripping over the curb. This is not metaphoric blood – the blood of a nation or of a cause. It is not the blood of innocent babies plucked from the safety of…

Fear is my name, an acronym of who I really am, controlling my motion, the light of my path, guiding my life. I am often very good, and sometimes very bad, always driven to behavior with fear leading the way. I have allowed my emotional core to be covered over, as the mantle of the…

I’ve been this way before, different time and different place, alone, outside and lonely, amongst so many friends, searching for a newness amongst the same old thing. Was first as a child not past the first grade, my heart was hollowed out from the core as with a clade, and left to dry – I…

Riding on the Elastic Firecracker bus I am taking the magical mystery tour of the nineties. Come on along, hop on aboard, see what the noise is all about. Cut your strings, free your inside out, revel in the revelations of the Tripping Daisy. The perennial high hides in my mind; to the cat eye…

A cool moist breeze blows gently from the western sky, high clouds form overhead passing through the night. It is said a storm is coming. My little square of green tin twirls wildly in the wind, a clapper high on its string strikes the tubes who sing. A song is played for the storm. Kittens…