Day 16: Burning Planet

My heart goes out to Australia, Puerto Rico, and the Philippines.

Burning Planet

Day 113 & 114: Storm in a Bottle, Good Dog’s Good Day

Another double post. Got yesterday’s poem written in my notebook but didn’t have the chance to share it. So here is that poem first, followed by today’s.

Sometimes we have an utterly irrational emotion overcome us. It’s a humbling experience because we know it’s irrational and it doesn’t change a thing. In fact, the knowing serves to exacerbate the problem by creating a feeling of helplessness. Art, poetry, writing, these are the tools of release and catharsis and they work wonders.

Storm in a Bottle

My dog has had an absolutely wonderful day today and only needs one thing to make it complete. Pretty sure he’s going to get it.

Good Dog’s Good Day

Day 108: If You Make A Wound A Weapon

The titular line of this piece came to me years ago in a convoluted notion about how we weaponize our injuries. A conversation with a dear friend had me returning to the line and considering the deeper ramifications of it.

If You Make A Wound A Weapon

Day 48: In The Shallows

Today’s title comes courtesy of my loving, wonderful bride.

I took a much needed and unplanned self-care day to recuperate. I had no idea how tired I was and the rest has not only done me a ton of good, hopefully getting me back on top of my game, but it also inspired today’s poem.

Today I rested. Tomorrow, I attack my tasks and pursue my goals with vigor.

In The Shallows