Time Thief.

Darkness beneath the trees; twilight falls slowly down to the mossy leaf strewn earth, while I wait hidden between the dark void of the sky, and the sharp eyes of my pursuers, I keep my breath low and patient, my gaze even and wary. Time crawls across my rifle barrel... read more
Sad Velvet

Sad Velvet

There are things slipping away from me. Little birds that don’t sit on my chair-rails; and a dog that never comes to me when I forget to call her. Maybe I should put the phone back on the wall… I think enough time has passed. When the bell rings, I go down to see if... read more


Why are some places more inspiring than others? Why do I fail to create anything in my day to day life, and then when I leave and go to a new town, down a different road, or travel far far away, then suddenly the inspiration flows easily? Is is the dull unending... read more
Poetry In A Glass.

Poetry In A Glass.

Can sunlight be distilled from wasted years? Can hope be rendered from the detritus of dreams, or peace be found between twisted broken bodies on the battlefield? Poetry drips from broken oak staves where malcontent has been left to... read more


Cut out the cruft, and streamline. Look to the goals I have set. I need to restructure my life, to concentrate on my goals and dreams. I need to work on cutting out all the cruft and create a better faster more streamlined me. Ezra 2.0 There isn’t enough time in... read more

Focus. Focus. Focus.

Focus. Focus. Focus. After work, I went to a small trivia night gathering in town, and tried to talk and be a part of other people again. I tried to fit in, and to belong… I realize just how much of my life I have missed. I work all the time, there is almost... read more


I stand here at the crossroads. Before me are a myriad of roads leading off in all directions, but there is no way to choose more than one. I must take my pick, and then stick with that decision for good or ill. I hate having to choose when it means that I limit my... read more

Time time time

Eventually the things you own begin to own you. I have far too many things in my life. I have too many obligations, too many items that require maintenance, too many expenses, too many dreams, ideas, and plans. All these things pile up and take away the one precious... read more


Why do I so often feel full of inspriation and ideas precisely when I do not have the time or ability to act on them? I am at work, or walking or driving and suddenly I get inspired to do something grand, or lines of poetry start to swirl around inside my head, but I... read more