Tagged: words

Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from an as yet untitled piece.

This is intended to be a tale of growth, understanding, and redemption…below is just a snippet.  Check it out if you’d like.  Best of days to all.



I wasn’t worth a damn on paper. In the paper world, the document world, the world of resumes and economic status, I was fucking worthless. Bullshit administrative work here, run of the mill labor there, hum drum office experience way over there…hell, my resume was less than toilet paper. Looking at that bad boy made me question everything. Is this what it had come to? Is this what all the years of busting my ass have amounted to? Jack shit? I may as well have been anonymous. Just another warm body to feed the greedy corporate carnivores. A chalkboard whose teachings had long since been scrubbed clean. 

But clean slates can still educate, right? They can still learn. Clean slates still hold value, however anonymous they are…they can still speak of success. I had to remind myself of that. But I was never successful at anything. Well, failing…I was very good at that. I was successful at failing. Hell, at fucking shit up, I was a professional. The best. I could turn a nugget of gold into a fistful of shit at the drop of a dime. All in a day’s work.  

Poems from the Vault – Rise.

I really needed to be reminded of this message today (I mean I really needed to hear it); I hope that you can find some value in it as well.  Take a moment to read and absorb the words (oh, it won’t take long)…if so, thank you for reading!  Let’s put in the leg work and go after those dreams and goals.  Today is the best day to start/continue.  Be well, and Stay Creative.




Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from The Passing at Highway 10.

Check out this excerpt from an upcoming short story about…zombies.  Read on, if that’s your thing.  Best of days to all, and thanks for dropping by.



No, this was real. And it was scary. And it was happening right before our eyes whether we were ready for it or not. All our lives, we live and breathe and feel invulnerable, like no disaster will ever reach our shores…like nothing bad will ever happen to tear our own little personal worlds apart. And when it does happen, everything we’ve ever known, understood, prepared for…gets thrown out the fucking window. “Yeah, zombies”, I said again into the silence, and it broke that silence like a rock through a pane of old glass. “What the fuck was that?“, Sam whispered into the dim light, and I heard him say “Oh shit, that back door”, and he took off and made his way to the back. I told Sally to wait here while me and another guy followed Sam to the back of the place. I heard it then too…a bumping or knocking sound coming from outside the door. Maybe they were trying to get in. We all looked at each other, and slowly and silently moved our way to toward the door.

Library Lusting.

Great libraries generally ignite an interest in reading. As a side effect, they should also compel one to relax and unwind. A great theme of home libraries is just that; a marriage of those two concepts, visually appealing, and structurally useful. This week's selection has a sublime mix of simplicity and sophistication with its industrial elements and expansive windows. Its crafty little details just scream comfort, and the ladder? C'mon. That's just awesome. This is most certainly a book lover's room. Let the daydreams commence.

Quotes – Visualization.

When you have a goal, visualize it…create that mental picture and see yourself fulfilling that purpose.  What will it feel like?  What will it sound like?  Construct that image in your head to breathe life into whatever dreams you have in store.  Best of luck! 

Quotes – Keep the Dreams Alive.

We all (by now) know just how much importance I place on dreams and goals.  They’re the fuel that keeps the fire burning.  They keep the wheels spinning.  We all have a destination that we’re trucking toward…dream big and work hard…when you give up on those dreams, a piece of you dies.  Sometimes those aspirations need a little CPR and TLC…so breath some life into them and keep on moving.  Best of luck.