Author: H

There comes a time when you’ve gone through something so many times it doesn’t make any sense to go through it anymore. It is, however, difficult to recover. Difficult to become someone else. Some help is always warranted. Time got you this far, maybe just give it a little more time.

In here, in this place I can feel my heart starting to give out like a warning that my time has begun to run out, and I wonder if these are merely poetic musings or anatomical realities vested upon me through lineage. My time along with everyone else’s began running out the minute we stepped… Continue reading Until There Is No Memory

It was a night around this time six years ago when I was on my way to pick up the blonde for our first date. I was a stranger in that structure patrolled by twelve paws. In the darkness of the night, I approached and saw the four paws that caught my attention. She seemed… Continue reading Mini

I was planning to make my move to The Walled City when a woman who I grew up with contacted me, saying she needed my help. However surprised I was, I accepted unsure of what that decision would bring or how it would alter the path I was on. She commissioned me to care for… Continue reading Two Jewels

Sitting out on the rooftop porch again, looking at the trees, thinking, writing. It’s cloudy, windy, and rainy. A plane’s engines are heard overhead along with a dog’s bark in the distance. A man’s voice speaks over a loudspeaker, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. Perhaps a holiday caravan? The sounds interrupt my… Continue reading A Writer’s Best Interruption

A new year isn’t a time to become perfect and infalible such is what dreams are made of. A new year is instead a time to leave unhelpful habits behind, unhelpful thoughts, unhelpful behaviors in favor of the beneficial. A time to chase down goals meaningful to you. A time to foray your markers as… Continue reading New Year

Someone who believes in what the horoscope says would probably say I attracted the Zippo to myself because I put it out into the Universe. Or so it goes. I don’t know much about that, but the Zippo did come to me. A friend of mine gave me his after I mentioned I was looking… Continue reading Zippo

I’m out here sitting in the dark listening to the bugs and the little toads out here in the woods, staring at the night sky looking at the stars and I’m imagining my dad up there talking to Bukowski the poet, novelist. I just see my dad talking to Bukowski saying, “Hey man, he’s you,… Continue reading Sitting in the Dark Imagining