Just another day, another day, Wyatt told himself as he tried to break free of his bed. There was no use in trying to get more sleep, the alarm already told him what he needed to know. It was morning. It was time to do it all over again. Again. Another day, he said as he wandered down the hall towards the kitchen. Turning water on for coffee, he chaotically scooped four tablespoons of…

Sadly, my writing has taken a hit these last few years as I’ve climbed from the depths of The Malaise that infected almost all of my 40s. Now, sitting here at the sprightly age of 52, I can only say that, well, I’m much happier. Another thing that keeps me blogging is my increasing frustration with the new WordPress posting format. It’s frustrating beyond madness. I’ve written several draft posts…

You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know.” — Ernest Hemingway Write the truest sentence you know. All I know is that I don’t know nothing. Didn’t Socrates say something similar? Well, Socrates via Plato. It’s the Socratic Paradox. Gosh, a paradox, an oxymoron, like Military Intelligence or Honest…

NEW YORK – Washington Capitals forward Tom Wilson has been fined $2500 for decapitating Colorado Avalanche forward Nathan MacKinnon during Thursday night’s Capitals 6-3 victory. “We felt that Tom Wilson’s actions warrant at least half the maximum amount allowed by the NHL’s Collective Bargaining Agreement,” announced NHL Department of Player Safety head George Parros. Parros admitted that he had…

Here’s a quick recipe I whipped together the other night. Serves 4. Ingredients2 cups Perplexity1 cup Organic Doubt2 Tbps Confusion1 Tbsp Shredded Ginger1 cup Balsamic VinegarSalt & pepper to taste. Combine perplexity, doubt, and confusion in a mixin bowl until you’ve reached a dilemma. Leave the kitchen for 20 minutes while you search for lost time or your car keys. Do not allow your dilemma…

*>>Record Scratch<<* *>>Freeze Frame... <<* Yup, it’s me. And a new post! I wrote this yesterday and had meant to post it then. However, after an hour or so of writingcopyingpastingformatting with one hand, I hit a oversaturation point and never finished. Normally, I’d try to finish it and post but nah, fuck it. It wouldn’t have the same energy and I could try to tap into that energy but I’d…

I wanna Banana A time ship Or a dog

I wanna Skip Naked upon, Up on a log.

I wanna Be freedom My song long And loud

I wanna Speak deeply Of things that Are proud

I wanna Sleep soundly With you in A soft bed

I wanna Profoundly Live until I am dead.

I am in a battle with my meds. As it is, they dampen my creativity abilities and nowhere is that more apparent than the lack of updates on this blog.

So I sit here and try to think of something to write.

Nothing.

Don’t tell me there’s a fire. I can smell the smoke from here Vivid odor arousing my nostrils Tension building towards escape

There’s no one in control No one is in the driver’s seat We’re careening towards oblivion No-self, no future, no fun

Bullshit, I scream from the plinth We are the creators We are the makers of mirth We are the ones in charge Of our own destinies We will defeat death…

With not much going on last night, I decided to seek out some entertainment via the Criterion Channel and came up with a good one.

The trailer for Following.

Followingis a 1998 Christopher Nolan film about a wannabe writer who follows strangers around in order to find inspiration for his writing. One person he ends up…

Death!

Now that I’ve got your attention…

I’ve been thinking a lot about death, mostly because I recently turned 50 and dealt with not a small amount of worry and anxiety about hitting the mid-century point. There were many reasons why, chief among them my impending mortality (I originally wrote “immortality”… ego much?). I also felt that maybe I would have had more purpose in my life, or…

Dear Reader,

Over the last year or so, I’ve been mainlining videos and talks by Jason Silva, futurist and so-called wonder junkie. I’ve been obsessed lately with the idea of flow, attaining that liminal state of full immersion, where we let go of the self-editing, self-negating thoughts and just experience a thing.

I experienced some of that this past weekend during the Blink festivalheld in…

She was flowing, dancing to a song. 

Do You Realize by the Flaming Lips. She was a frog in a pond,

Hopping to the next verse,

Iridescent in her greenness

Piercing in her eyes

Hopeless in her manner

She broke open a rock

Chewed thoughtfully on the manner behind her smile, swallowed the fossils of old thoughts and ages. She danced anew, feeling the world bounce off her feet, twirling it like a…

Failing: an option In which I excel; It is My prime medium

As I sit here on the cusp of 50 and eight years since the end of my marriage, I’m starting to reevaluate things, because I’m doing it all wrong. Often is the time that I act the immature brat, so much so that it’s wearing on my partner to the point of being on her last few inches of patience. My partner is carrying an entire household,…

Sunday morning comes After Saturday rolls out And dies in the past.

I think I complained on here before about my numb finger. The downside of having lost the feeling is that it kind of makes typing a bit of an annoyance, since it strays to a different key than is sometimes intended. Oh, the joys and sads of wearing a meat suit.

Recently, I became a member of my local Unitarian Universalist…

your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life…

Black hair tumbled down My vision captured in eyes Dripping from morn dew.

Greetings, Spartacus, and many a blessing on you for the new week. This is Monday.

About a month ago, before my recent hospitalization, I had an agonizing pinched nerve in my neck. I say agonizing because I spent a whole weekend at Pain Level 9 as the pain shot up and down my left arm. It was akin to having shingles, and…

Drowsy brain waking, Construction workers working, And only five words left.

This one is going to be lousy and I’m okay with that.

I’ve decided to start each of these posts off with a haiku. It’s a short cut to getting my writing brain writing. I’ve got a creative writing class today and it’s going to need my nimble mind to navigate the nouns and nuances of sparkling prose.

I have plenty of scars…

Coffee-tinged morn; Dusting off my trusty blog As I start again…

The metaphor known as Your Author has slammed back into the earth, crashed, and burned. Another hospital stay. This most recent stay was motivated by a rather bad episode in which I engaged in self-harming behavior and selfish actions.

It’s not that a third go-around in a psych unit within a year is bad so much as it represents A…

Why, hello there! It’s very nice to meet you. My name is Kyle Branton and I am the seven year running Best Garden in Gerbleberm. As a Gerblebermite, that is, one who lives in Gerbleberm, I have great civic pride and nowhere is that displayed more than in my dragon garden. Yes, I said dragon garden. You see, I grow dragons. Big ones, small ones, winged, four-legged, green, brown, even yellow…