Personal Essay – Page 3 – cereal after sex

It was a warm morning in late July when I woke up alone on the wrong side of the world.… Read more.

Bowie’s Buddha Waffle

I was lying in my bed looking at the white ceiling and listening to the sounds coming from the box… Read more.

I thought I would do something different today and create a post about the notes I make when thoughts come… Read more.

So, yes, yet again, I was at the damn public library trying to get some writing done. If you are… Read more.

I floated above the road from out of LipLock, Tejas earlier in the day and headed north, then east. I… Read more.

And there’s a manic man behind a typewriter, his heart in his hands, sweating away in this disillusioned reality fantasy Read more.

This isn’t my heart on a TV show, isn’t my heart crushed on Cannery Row Read more.

I looked at her, pure beauty radiating in the neon glow of the high hotel. “You’re always the positive end… Read more.

With the state of the world such as it is, I look to Log Cabin syrup to bring some sense… Read more.

The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always… Read more.

I hate summer. Summer is a battle for me. I am like opposite bear and want to hibernate May through… Read more.

Love is Love. And Hate is Hate. Which way are you going to go? How are you going to get… Read more.