Prose From The Soul: A Dad’s Eye

There was an old man who lived on a quiet block in a little town. His house was one of the first to be built. Times were different then.One morning, he came out and the moving truck pulled into his driveway. His daughter and son in-law phoned saying they would be...

Prose from the Dreamer: A Brief Adventure

There it is, a great big world which is right outside of our door. This is alive and well, even if we don’t choose to see it.I think, of course, and wonder of places such as certain cities, like say, places that I’ve only seen in pictures, like San Francisco or maybe...

Alive in my 20’s

The morning was like a brief interlude after a night out with friends. As usual, I was up early because I’ve always had trouble sleeping on floors. Let alone, I never slept much anyway, least of all, as late as the rest of my friends who were sleeping it off the night...

To Admit, To Accept and To Move On

Someone talked about stigma the other day.I shake my head when this comes up – I remember someone telling me about my tattoos and how this brands me. I was told what this does to my appearance to which I said, at least you can see who I am. You can’t always say this...

Those Who Do and Those Who Don’t

I hear people talking about the City and how she’s changed. I keep thinking to myself that maybe it’s us who have changed. Maybe it’s us who have forgotten to take care of the streets or how to clean up after ourselves. So, in fairness, maybe it’s not the City at all....