from a stump, the rocks are piled high

capture the captains and make sure they can’t escape

where are they anyway?

the captains

oh, you thought there was only one who looked over what’s not captured by the sun

surprises left by ancient sign stealers who whisked away their peoples last complaints and walked on with a single saint

yet a sinner to each one helps balance this act

the third of five

we’ve risen now we rise in climatic predictability to gain invincibility and walk right through the power you create when there is nothing left to equate my fate left on a pile of sticks next to his burning bush

the sticks survived

while you contrived a fable to explain all the bread on your table as most are unable to find a stable

to sleep in

wickedness we’re steeped in

dreams we’re seeked in

the din

of sin

greets me again

i was looking for them

those captains

i’m not sure they escaped

i just wasn’t sure where to find them

from bed, a letter

Hi –

Thank you to all followers and those who stop-by to check out “my morning stream”. If you haven’t read the “about” tab, please do, it shares the process and project behind this blog.

In total, I’ll be looking at two years of streaming, editing, sharing, worrying, forgetting, fretting in self-conscious fits, and otherwise being a writer who feels as though they have something to share.

Delayed gratification, wrapping my head around insecurity, and understanding process are the underlying personal challenges i expose while undertaking this endeavor.

Themes that come out of my writing? Those are many and varying.

I rushed around a lot, still do some, though I’m coming to terms with my skin and abilities of what I am and who I share – what we have is one another. Not always peaceful, not always at war, and sometimes just being; yet together as we push and pull to create something greater than what came before.

By profession, and otherwise, i’m a teacher. i believe in the pursuit of being uncomfortable, taking risks, and sharing what we have to offer to continue sewing the infinite thread that passes through the tapestry of human history, as to not lose the fundamental pieces of who we are as beings.

Who are we?

People who desire love and community, people who are destined to experience loss and humility. One beat with billions of faces finding ways to contemplate and share experiences that bind us.

Thank you, again, for your support. Some days I’m embarrassed by what I publish, others proud, and sometimes I feel like I don’t know the person who wrote the words you see.

Surprise and mystery, of ourselves and one another, are reason enough to rise in the morning.

I look forward to conversation and visiting the worlds you create.

Thank you,