Adam |
Today Adam Walsh's case was closed. This must be some little relief for the living, but will Adam rest in peace?
Adam's wikipedia entryJohn Walsh's book Tears of Rage recounts the ordeal Adam...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 00:05:00 GMT |
Cheap |
Recently was driving home on major thoroughfare. I gave a Homeless Voice guy a quarter and asked for the newsletter, which they publish for donations and sell on the street during red lights like the ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 00:13:00 GMT |
About your pulse |
Too often we find ourselves in a rut, unsure which direction to go next or what decision is best. Other times, life brings trials and traumas which deplete us physically, emotionally, and psychologica...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 22:21:00 GMT |
Transformation |
A butterfly has more power and might in it than the largest whale, for it transforms into an entirely different creature than it began, while the whale merely eats and grows.
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 22:19:00 GMT |
On balance. |
Finding one's balance is a solitary act highlighted by spills. When I taught myself to ride a bike, I steadied myself against a van parked in the driveway. Gravity pulled me down the slight decline. T...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 21:58:00 GMT |
On birthdays. |
The celebration and observation of birthdays should be reserved for the very young, the very old, and the dead. The very young because of the miracle of new life; the very old because every day is a g...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 21:54:00 GMT |
The wind is a fickle lass. |
The wind is a fickle lass. She'll wrap her arms and legs around you, never letting go till she's had enough. She's just as likely to push at your back, getting you where you want to go just a bit fast...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:51:00 GMT |
Samson Braid. (draft for cinepoem) |
Samson Braid(draft for cinepoem)
Like the man of old, the man of renownI was set apart when my mother prayedShe worked the hair upon my crownInto a Samson braid.
The strands and the rootsHave grown lo...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 18:56:00 GMT |
Happiness is... |
...a brand new bike tire, especially after waking to two flats and running late for work. To replace a worn tire whose inner threads are exposed with a fresh tire covered with rubber whiskers breathes...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:11:00 GMT |
Last Night |
Last Night
Cleopatra's bloodRuns in your veinsShe taught you to flyWithout any wings
The luck o' the IrishLeads to gold in the potAnd a Scot's too stubbornTo use what he got
Do you see the minutes fly...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 20:35:00 GMT |
