I see the universe levitating above your shoulders. A cloud filled with your essence. They look, I beam. I beam from the beauty beyond the image. Your magic reflects in my eyes.
Winds and rainthey feel no painsmoothing out the peaks and valleys Sun and shadebetween the two a sharp bladecasting and cutting the earth into parts Brick and steelsmash all like a wheelseparating in from out and you from me Fiber optics and vivid screensdistort reality at whatever meansleaving behind dialogue for cheap data Bombs and gunsEvery color and country bear their gumsKilling one for another until there is nothing left
According to Webster’s Dictionary, productivity is “the quality or state of being productive.” Going one step further, we find that productive is “having the quality or power of producing especially in abundance.” For the most part, I think I agree with this definition. However, I do have a problem with the idea that in order to be productive, you must produce “in abundance”, and not just produce. In addition, who is to… Read More
Well I have done it again. I read another Harry Potter book. I am slowly but surely making my way through the series. I’ve got a feeling things will slow down with #4 because I’ve heard the books get significantly fatter as you go along. Nonetheless, I am determined to read them all and will continue chugging along to accomplish that goal. Harry Potter y el Prisionero de Azakaban (Prisoner of Azkaban)… Read More
Part 3: Old English There was still some climbing left to be done for the weekend. The long distance we traveled necessitated that we take as much advantage of the pristine Red River Gorge rock as we could. In addition to that, at this point in our trip, there had been a shift in me. I didn’t want to go home anymore. The panicky urge to drive back to Illinois and then… Read More
Part 2: There After The following day the only thing that dragged me out of my tent was the urge to pee. Without that, I might have stayed in my plastic coffin all day, staring off into the orange colored oblivion and sweating in the midday heat. I became jealous of Mike and Hannah who had a tent to share. Mine felt incredibly lonely. My first interactions with other campers that morning were… Read More
Part 1: The Phone Call The air was cold. I crawled out of my tent like any other morning in the mountains. A low fog was hanging over the meadow. I saw my breathe as I sauntered idly to the picnic tables, frozen grass crackling beneath my feet. I tried to walk lightly so not to hurt the vegetation. Toads in the creek were too waking up, although their nocturnal croaks made… Read More
I slumber well and take my post, in my watchful tower. Tiny people can be seen moving round, from my little birds nest. The neighbor rooster can be heard, from my spot on high. The water boiled coffee’s ready, in my warm haven. The day ahead is young and free, Though I wonder who or what might also be watching me.