Posted on September 8, 2020 6 Comments
If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. If you are at peace, you are living in the present. – Lao Tzu
Posted on April 4, 2020 2 Comments
I dream some daysof getting lost in the pathalong the quiet way homeway past the halfway evergreenunder those forest peekaboosjust to listen to the river as it runs
Posted on April 4, 2020 2 Comments
Without great solitude, no serious work is possible. – Pablo Picasso
Posted on October 28, 2019 8 Comments
Leave the road, take the trails. – Pythagoras
Posted on October 21, 2019 5 Comments
Friday, 7:30 P.M.(After hitting a wall with their initial investigation, Ethan and Sarah are forced to leave the precinct in a mad panic after another murder is reported. We find them en route to the scene of the crime which coincidentally is also her best friends last known whereabouts) Ethan was weaving back and forth […]
Posted on October 16, 2019 21 Comments
Hello, is it me you’re looking for? OK, I’m starting to think my last post was a bit of a jinx. It’s been yet another week where Earth to Ash has sat dormant while tumbleweeds blew across my viewership stats with each passing day. I’m a couple of life events back to back now, I […]
Posted on May 22, 2019 6 Comments
Time isn’t the main thing, it’s the only thing. – Miles Davis
Posted on November 23, 2018 4 Comments
Wonderwall plays the lazy afternoon. Rack em’ before the crowd shows. I can smell the night before from the Ashtrays. Stained carpets, humming I got used to. Friend by hello, fist by good-bye. I know, you’re right. This now, the last. You are my best friend. So, same time tomorrow.
Posted on June 7, 2018 8 Comments
Hey everybody, I’m a bike rider and now I have the t-shirt to prove it. What do you think? No seriously, what do you think? I need your feedback. Because…I’ve been tossing around this idea for months and it has to do with the shirt you see above, it’s a take on one of my […]
Posted on April 27, 2018 5 Comments
“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moments passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the […]
