I’ve mentioned (and lamented) my new, old habit of wasting time on social media and non-social media (or I guess what could just be called regular old media – news). Entire hours go by, which bleeds into the day, and the next thing I know that cat is bugging me to feed him dinner. The…
Category: Life
Stickman at Sunset
Given the fiction I was composing earlier this morning, one might have thought I’d have spent my afternoon writing. One would be wrong. After my deliciously simple lunch, I had coffee and read a little bit. It occurred to me that this morning I read poetry, which might have gotten the creative juices going. This…
Quietly After
It was definitely thunder that I heard…. the sky was clear, but something was brewing. In lots of places around the country, summer brings pop-up thunderstorms. My experience in Memphis is that these things come out of nowhere pretty quickly. I stood on my balcony for a few minutes watching the lightening, and then the…
Independence Day
For the first time in 20 years (or at least I think it’s the first time) I will miss the 4th of July party that my friends and their parents host. They weren’t sure if they were going to have it this year. A week or two ago they said it was back on. These…
Of Little Consequence
The other day, I added a new sub-category, dear diary, to the blog. I’m not sure if it will make any sense – but the idea was to create a spot where the annoyingly (to me) mundane posts will go. The ones that I don’t care for but inevitably write. The ones that talk about…
Dear Diary
I’ve been avoiding writing. As best as I can tell it’s for a few different reasons: I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’m going to do next (without a whole lot of options); I’ve been coming around to accepting that anger at my ex (as much as I want to believe it’s never the…
Sour Grapes
I’m contemplating a road trip. I’m contemplating a lot of things, but in the absence of financial capital or a job or place to settle down or a person to settle down with, a road trip feels about right. I’m thinking the end destination would be San Diego. I have some ghosts I think I…
I Did It
A young boy stood below the first rung at the end of the monkey bars looking up. He’s big for his age. So many kids are. He might be eleven years old, a little over five feet tall and probably about a hundred-and-forty pounds. There are seven or eight wooden exercise stations dotting a half-mile…
Life’s a….
Over the past two days, I’ve spent a whole lot of time looking for jobs with very little progress. There are a few that I’ll apply to, but it is honestly hard to get the motivation to do much when so many things are up in the air. In the next few days, or at…
A Father’s Day Story
The second summer of Matt began in May of 2017. It was a transformative time for me. That winter I went out with a woman to a blues show – one of my first small-venue, local, live shows in a while and I began to fall back in love with live music. We only had…
Wasps
Wasps, I pretty much hate ’em. I’m not talking about the modern day Karen (White Anglo-Saxon Protestant) who would like to speak to a manager, but am talking about those little assholes with wings. Super sleek, no waist, a head and fat-ass stinger. They have none of the fuzziness of bees. They’re not cute and…
Overwhelmed and Frustrated
I can’t count the number of times I paced my apartment yesterday wanting to write, or create, or move, or build, or do just about anything other than pace around the apartment trying to figure out where to start. I wanted to grill in the backyard. I wanted to hang at a bar and have…