Moving to Wake Up

I packed everything I own back into my backpack tonight. Not sure what hit me harder: how little time it took, or how completely I’d managed to settle it all into this rented room in a month. It was shown in little ways, in the places for everything, the table …

In Memoriam

This is written for a memory, and the sad truth is that memory fades. As we grow older, our pasts are more often than not reduced to recollected snapshots, sentiments, and vague impressions. So many parts of our lives are lost to time. So many people in our lives are …

On My Life

I’m excited. I’m excited because I’m about to change my life. Now, I’ve made life-changing decisions before: the first choice in my power was the choice to attend college, followed by my choice of where to attend college. The next big choices I made were my major, and later, to …

Stargazing

I’m down here on Earth, like always, stargazing in the winter cold clearing of some forgotten forest, a retreat from the lights of civilization that even out here still pale the darkness of the horizon. I’m staring outward, but it’s hard to accept the scale of what I see. I …

Tending the Fire

The breeze, the salt breeze, the fresh breeze, the one that comes off of the Gulf, interrupted by nothing but the bristling silhouettes of oil rigs, rolls across the shifting peaks and valleys of the waterscape, beyond the piled rocks of the breakwaters and comes ashore on the beach of …