I Am…

I’m a self-possessed, stubborn, facetious bit of baggage so I’m no stranger to having various unflattering adjectives leveled at me. In general I don’t give a fuck because of all the lessons I’ve learned in life, realizing that my opinion of myself matters most of all, is one of the most important. I do not have time to concern my self with the egos and … Continue reading I Am…

A Love, Not Just A Lover…

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Too much life, too little time, so I’ve been playing catch up. Trying to stay efficient at work. Trying to get back in the groove of school. Trying to make sure all my bills are paid. Trying to reconcile the possibility of the relationship. And all while trying to take care of myself. Guess which ball I … Continue reading A Love, Not Just A Lover…

Blood On Our Hands

There is blood on our hands – the blood of self-righteousness and hypocrisy, the blood of complicity and complacency. Our hands and hearts are filthy with hate and discrimination and cowardice and ignorance. We peer all but blindly around the log in our own eyes, through the cracked, dirty glass of our lives and complain bitterly about the mite in our neighbour’s eye, about the … Continue reading Blood On Our Hands

Do What You Love…

I’ve knocked out a few pretty serious posts in the last few months and then came down with a serious case of writers’ block. I keep starting more current event posts and not being able to finish them because I am so tired of all the awful shit that’s happening locally and internationally. We’ve become so unkind to each other. And that’s really what it … Continue reading Do What You Love…

My Own Tambourine

Over, under, around, and through. I’ve approached this post from so many angles. And I’ve dodged it. There’s anger. There’s fear. There’s denial of its true import. But I’ve been unable to write for weeks now because I can’t wrap my head around anything else. I’ve been watching the emergence and the antics of the Tambourine Army and I have cried. It started sometime last year when … Continue reading My Own Tambourine