The train. It’s 5:59 in the morning, but the train doesn’t care. It’s as if the conductor has a gripe with this town. Our warm and friendly port on the shore of Lake Huron. He’s blasting that horn continuously. Chugging through town with one mission—to make sure everyone’s up as early as he is. Maybe … More early train
I don’t need sleep or sobriety or for someone to tell me how it can be done. Because I’ve always known that what it takes is patience, faith, and a good fool-proof bullshit detector. You can’t see it. You’re not supposed to. Life, after all, is about feelings and taste and smell and touch and … More holy roller
A man stands outside in pajama pants and a hoodie, while the yellow dog sniffs undisturbed snow under the weighty boughs of the sleeping evergreens. And the fuzzy stars shine. Stuck in the middle of fading in, or fading out, and it’s another night of unsettling silence in a Michigan winter that shows no sign … More last day of February
Good morning. It’s bright, sunny—another day ripe with possibility and opportunity—as long as we embrace what we have and are willing to push on into the unknown. There’s a lot of good to be put into the world and I can do it, but today, all I really want to do is hole up in … More observe, listen, and record
He’s got the whole world in his hands… He’s got the whole world in his hands… But, you can’t get too heady with people these days. Keep it short. Under 140 characters. And stick to easy unkind points based in self-serving reality that’s steeped in right and white where fearful fucks build bunkers, arm themselves … More little donnie big balls
I prefer uncommon sense. Listening. Learning. Beating fear away with experience. I like people, places, and things of color. I like different languages, the music humans make with words and whistles, guitars, cowbells, and spoons. I believe kids know more than adults. That there are such things as ghosts. And that the truest fighters, real … More uncommon sense
I reached to touch his face, to feel this sleeping man’s cheek, because I couldn’t remember ever doing it. But I stopped short. Pulled away my hand. Stood and looked around the room until my eyes came to something I’d never seen in the house before. A Bible. Next to Dad’s alarm clock. On the … More an excerpt from BLACK
