Perspective

Perspective is a difficult beast to tame in writing. Hell, it’s a difficult thing to grapple with in life too. We are all defined by our perspectives, the unique lens through which we see the world, a lens formed by our past experiences and future hopes. All of which is …

What I Wish

I wish I could play for you all the songs ringing voiceless in my tone deaf ears, and I wish I could paint you all the vibrant shapes shimmering behind my colorblind eyes, and I wish I could speak all the words that lay twisted on my clumsy tongue, and …

Golden Meadow

House painter ain’t much of a title but its an onshore job in an offshore world where the pay may be better but the hours suck: 14 and 7 means you don’t get out to the peace of the marsh or anywhere else but a few times a month plus …

Dead Photographs

I’m back from a journey and sifting through my photographs, reliving each city through the lenses of five cameras: a micro four-thirds, a point and shoot and three (don’t ask) phones. I love the micro four-thirds camera; its like a tiny SLR with beautiful color sensitivity. The point and shoot …

Jet Lag

I awoke early Sunday morning to find “I’m supposed to be asleep” written on my laptop screen, the cursor must have spent all night blinking to an empty room. I hesitate to call this jet lag because since I returned from Europe my sleep patterns have been defined more by …

Meta Awareness

I’m writing this sitting on a breezy balcony five stories above some romantically named back road in Paris. The buildings are all painted varying shades of white with simple yet vaguely monumental ornamentation scattered up the facades from the grey concrete of the sidewalk to the grey metal of the …

Romanticizing

Home is a heavy concept, packed with all sorts of ideas about comfort and familiarity, personality, history and hopes for the future. Home is the backdrop upon which our lives are painted, the topography of its texture and outlines are as influential to the brush strokes of our actions as …

Wanderlust

The feeling sneaks up on you: one second you’re preoccupied with the mechanics of your day, thinking about all the things you have to do and suddenly a picture flashes through your email, or across your social media lens and next thing you know you’re a million miles away, dreaming. …

Subway Song

Out for the day Drinking from bar to bar Followed, hell, haunted By familiar snippets Of forgotten favorite songs. but its not in the bars or the restaurants or the commerce-crammed stores where I come face to face with the force of remembered melody it is underground in the soot …

Waste

There is an old mattress, slumped on the street corner, like a dead man, propped on a garbage can. It reminds me how much I waste. It reminds me of the ocean of trash rippling with the refuse dropped from my busy hands. It reminds me of the house looming …