September 15, 2022

We are halfway through September. I haven't started my downsizing project, which will put me behind schedule. Jaxx is getting more and more comfortable in his new home. My nephew started boot camp this week with the National Guard. Yesterday, my boss approached me about managing a team of project managers. It's more responsibility, and … Continue reading September 15, 2022

September 7, 2022

Two weeks away from the Autumnal Equinox, the first day of Autumn. Everything starts to age and whither. I'm ready for the year to end; maybe one year, I’ll stop saying that. I'm putting my “future” plans on hold for the moment. I am starting to downsize and get rid of things with no value. … Continue reading September 7, 2022

September 4, 2022

It's a three-day weekend. Saturday went by quickly. I watched Clash at the Castle, a World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) Premium Live Event, which was very entertaining. We spent the day with Jaxx, who is getting comfortable with his new home. Today is the end of a week-long excessive heat warning. Tomorrow is the unofficial end … Continue reading September 4, 2022

Get Away

Spring rolled through like bruised apples; the house still smells like Winter. Somewhere is a missed opportunity. Summer is turning into hot pumpkin lattes. No one gives a cent because someone is hoarding coins—yadda, yadda, yadda, dum-dum diddy. We lost our getaway, our annual moment of jubilee.


It's happening again; these wayward feelings seeking comfort in the night. Listening to the rain beckoning a return to dreams; expectations whispering in our ears. These long summer nights are coming to an end; the promise is a lie that we hoped to obtain. We said goodnight to hide the truth; we will never see … Continue reading History

Fresh Sand

Salt air Clearing away obscurity Revealing a lost love Waiting on jagged stones Dulled by her patience Her endless adoration Flowing like ocean waves Crashing against my soul Wanting winds draw me towards her Closing the gap created by time Fresh sand Beneath our feet Erase our broken footprints From long ago Our spirits intertwine … Continue reading Fresh Sand

The Door

Summer is slipping toward reminiscence. Moments no longer held tightly. The days are nothing but mist upon the glass. The sunlight no longer burns brightly. Listening to the tides; the mounting anguish along the shore. Limitations brought about frustrations; silently waiting for the knock upon the door.