(Another) 3am (poem)

3am comes to those who wish for something more. SomethingĀ  different. A different shade of mauve sunset tears over a rainy coastline after an unnaturally gray Oregon afternoon. After an unnaturally gray Oregon morning. Like repetition. Like uniform. Like perpetual. 3am comes at all hours of the day. Waiting for the bus. Checking Facebook on…

~ A Writer’s Kryptonite: Part One – For the Love of a Pixel ~

Confession: I have been an avid gamer my whole life. Regardless of social stratification and extended periods of isolation, I have never looked a gift video game in the mouth. From learning to read by playing King’s Quest on my father’s IBM PC Jr. to the release of the first Nintendo Entertainment System, which I…

This is Oregon

Today (Friday) is my Saturday. I had every intention of waking up early, straightening up my room and then heading to waterfront to sit for hours, read and write poetry. Instead, I woke way too early, snagged one of my roommates energy drinks, and nodded off as I played match after match of “Friday the…

It is always so damn late

I always want to write a blog post, but the only time I can ever gather the will to sit and type is way too late at night. I have been debating on whether I am going to to write about the “red pill” phenomenon which seems to have taken me and my more insightful…

Daily Reflection 4th January 2017

It is 19 muthaphuckin’ degrees out! One nine–nineteen! That is thirten degrees below zero for those of you who don’t math or science. I keep trying to talk my ex-wife into moving back, just so I can have a buddy. But that will never happen at this rate. She hates the cold. Which is laughable…

Daily Reflection 3 January 2017

My loans came in today so I decided I am going to take the initiative to focus on some of the long overlooked areas of my life. I went and got a new phone as I have been trying to read through a broken screen. But most importantly, I got a gym membership and a…