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Monday, September 19, 2022
ART and WRITING
Saturday, June 25, 2022
Here They Are! The Shameless.
Saturday, June 18, 2022
TITLE - Whichever SAFE WORD of the Day
Thursday, June 2, 2022
Saturday, April 30, 2022
Castles Within
I’m alone; an alone animal roaming a Covid infested world. My fellow man, although forced to stay home didn’t miss a beat, full speed ahead: angry, selfish, entitled. To what, I ask? To everything. Their space, your space, my space; space itself as they lounge upwards, bored with the mess they made of things down here.
I lounge forward too; searching for myself in memories and places within; for pockets of light I hid, from demons I encountered along the way; demons that gorge on light. Your light, my light, the light of the world itself. With the little light left in me I rebuild an entire world, because my nature demands that of me; it refuses to die.
Dying is easy, but living it’s not hard as the canto goes; just tricky…
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
L.A. nights
DISCLAIMER
This is an assignment on the issue of homelessness in the city of Los Angeles. I have a few questions; and felt the need to verify the accepted sentiment that the problem is related to mental illness and drug use. Three days into this assignment and a third road keeps inviting me to a new direction. I have taken that road.
I am not a journalist; I am a writer. There will be no unbiased reporting, only the truth of what I see and how it affects me as well as the questions that arise. I don't, for a second, think that I will arrive at a complete understanding of why a child that was once waited for and loved by someone now lies forgotten in the city of Los Angeles. The city of angels.
I could plan this, organize it, and then post it; but decided instead to post each day and invite you along to what I see and learn, and feel.