Weekly Words

I was overcome with a sense of relief on the morning of Wednesday, November 6.

That feeling of warmth, uncertainty and giddiness is what’s going to get us through.

You cannot to with nature, there are no prevarications.

Being alone: a curse and a necessity that all writers wrangle with at any stage in their scrivener’s journey.

There are far too many collectors and not enough patrons, and a troubling sign of our times is that we cannot differentiate between the two.

Too often it’s not about what you show but what you don’t that gets the cookie.

To reach a great height means to know an incredibly deep low.

The smooth repetitive pulse of asphalt my lullaby.

On occasion we taste and immediately spit out a sample, carefully deciding whether it’s worth keeping around or completely changing altogether.

I wondered what Tintin would have done during his early adventures without Milou.

Yet, in the back of my mind I can’t help but constantly ask when will my life start again?

Where I understood the insignificance of my presence on this planet.

The Greeks called upon the muses, others resort to psychedelics.

I ask God, myself and the ceiling how my life got to this.

What is it about graffiti that attracts the stories of the forgotten and unheard?

The game for the people.

To feel a place, is to see it.

Every time it just feels right.

I could be your miracle.

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