ANOTHER DAY

in an effort to maintain the minimalist qualities of my blog, i’ve refrained from actually blogging for three months.  However, it’s time to actually post something now so that “minimalist” doesn’t slip into the dreaded “non-existent” category.

Actually, a part of me wishes i posted much more often.  It’s just that I don’t feel that I have, . . . → Read More: a quarterly update

I love to write.  But I hate to start.  I love to ramble.  But I hate to edit.  I love to create.  But I hate to expose the creation.  That’s the great thing about a blog, you can take your creations, throw them out into the ether and pretend that (or actually know that) no one . . . → Read More: cabin

I’m alive.  I breathe.  I feel my ribs push out, pull in and I feel my heart’s slow contractions.  I feel its pace quicken as I step harder on the pedals.  The city bleeds under thick black clouds of rain, the gutters rush with sooty water.  Reflections scatter on the glossed asphalt.  I fly.   Everything breaks . . . → Read More: Rain. Night. City. Bike.