Rolling Stone wanted to know why a certain song Dylan wrote was covered by everyone. I knew my answer without reading their explanation. It was the only authentic witness I'd ever given, until I wrote my book. If you know what a witness is, hey. If not, welcome. It's your redemption story, followed by a…Read more Signs
Dreams
Bound
She showed up out of nowhere while I was trying to put out several fires. It seemed like there was a crisis happening down every hall; a throng of crying from adult-newborns in the outpatient palace nursery. We all want the same thing but for most of us it takes one of many traumatic awakenings…Read more Bound
Parallel Process
You know the part of the story where the main character decides to ride or die? That's the part I wrote about, again, today. We're perpetually faced with decisions in divided roads. My stomach has been unsettled for the past month. Some mix of stress, work, genetics and my foolish, lifelong fork war. The gift…Read more Parallel Process
The Trip of a Lifetime
I hate flying, all that turbulence and being strapped into a ride or die situation with no control over anything. Despite the screaming, shaking, seat kicking, neck spasming, ultimate discomfort of hurtling through space with nothing but jet fuel and some underpaid pilot attempting to defy the laws of gravity; I have this innate yearning…Read more The Trip of a Lifetime
Good Enough
I overthink, overfunction and generally try too hard which gives way to exhaustion and eventually giving up until something happens and starts the cycle all over again. It's gotten better after twenty years of recovery and healing work; better but not perfect. Perfection is static, life is all about movement which makes it messy. Peak…Read more Good Enough
Sweater Weather
This morning he tells me sons and daughters will prophecy, dream dreams, see visions and nothing happens without action. As for the steps and which direction to take, apparently we're to wait for signs and wonders, act on our free will, screw up, beg for mercy, humbly accept, put on a bunch of armor, do…Read more Sweater Weather
A’wake
The island was up; crowded with familiar strangers preoccupied with tired itineraries. Eat, shop, sleep, repeat. Nothing of substance in their coming or going; autopilots of autonomous kingdoms, oblivious to the winged ship hovering over the harbor like a pilgrim spacecraft. The light in the cove was neither night or day but I registered the…Read more A’wake
Drift
Some places, the far away and familiar, help us remember who we are, despite the world helping us forget. My eyes, skin, hair and soul have craved home for close to a decade; probably longer if you count the existential pangs of birth. Bloody mess. The desert parched more than paper; bleaching ever exposing bone…Read more Drift
Love Notes
His and Her morning meditations. His is pink. The place was crawling with people who were only thinking about themselves being seen, like a concert, which is ironic. You’ve come to see the band hoping they’ll see what a fan you are, like church. Where’s the music? Why doesn’t it work to just say to…Read more Love Notes
Proof
Imagine the universe is a cosmic garden of living beings. Flowers, oceans, galaxies, dogs, mermaids, starfish, brussel sprouts, mushrooms, sisters, brothers, suns. Each living being expresses itself through an infinite mathematical formula designed by a Creator who accounted for the fact that each formula for each living being had the free will to effect the…Read more Proof
Born in Providence 