After 2,000 nights of the bottles bashing in my skull and after 2,000 mornings of wading through fog, Pacific-deep, I finally gathered enough grit and guile needed for going after my ego's Cranium. My "Oswald" deed resulted in a direct hit. Trickles of hope and encouragement began to quench me once more…

Family, Before the advent of the internet or even something as sophisticated as the smartphone, it used to be a lot more difficult than it is today to actually see someone naked who wasn’t your spouse, especially if you were an adolescent or a teenager. And even if you…

You hurt her. Many times, throughout your life, you did so. You even drew her blood. You think you’re blameless, do you? That’s what we all think. There was a required price of her very blood simply for your passage to the physical realm from the spirit. Before that, you…

LLT Family, In relationships, one of the biggest determining factors of whether or not one will succeed is also a topic that seldom gets examined and discussed nearly enough between men and women. …

’Tis not of sin to be a night owl — to ponder passionately, while more accepting of minds choose slumber. For, to the moon, there’s reasons the wolves howl and reason they do so in small numbers. ’Tis often said, “The early bird gets the worm,” while ’tis seldom said, “The…

Frighteningly. Frantically. Pitifully. Pathetically. Shamefully. Shockingly. Shamelessly. Mockingly. Moldy. Murky. Immobily. Dreadfully. Disastrously. Untruthfully. Unscrupulously. Deceptively. Deviously. Secretly. Seductively. Lonesomely. Secludedly. Solely. Soulessly. Companion-lessly Left-for-dead-fully. Savagely. Sadistically. Wrathfully. Regretfully. Recklessly. Tragically and monumentally mournfully. I drank as he and as his did before him.

There’s no honor in a woman pledging allegiance to a job– a lady who has allowed outside and uncaring forces to rob the chance of a man fully investing in her, which no corp. will ever do. Depriving a man’s nightly caressings and a child’s succession of her image is how you allow the powers-that-be make you sob. Men and women need one another to survive– us complimenting each other is the only reason why we’ve even thrived.

All day and night, this city sings the urgent song of the robbed, the wrecked, the scorched, the trapped, and the broken. All day and night, the whales permeate miles of concrete and glass, catalyst of their tone’s panicky projection — their chorus, a constant reminder somebody somewhere out there is hurting. Even so, I fret and despair not at the blue and red flickering fanfare accompanying the city siren’s frantic hymn. For, when I hear them at night, while sipping Earl Grey on my balcony, gratitude, instead, is invoked. For, I’m grateful they’ve no reason to sing, yet, about me.

​…her rhythmic breath calms me, like a sigh of relief. It’s as steady as a chorus, amid the score being performed courtesy of household objects & Downtown Dallas. The contrast couldn’t be more complimentary — for, the EMT and DPD blaring whistles and whines, the unending rubber roars and gritty growls of the Tollway, my laptop fan, and our fridge’s drowsy drone display no such elegant tempo. Yet, combined with her magical melody, they soothe me to the core — the encapsulating contradiction of the hurried, the ever-moving, and the obligated​​ versus the nestled,​​ the cozied, and the caressed.