War Is Not Peace

Slavery is not freedom. Ignorance is not bliss. Regardless of what they think, my eyes are wide fucking open. Most opt to remain in the darkness, blinded. Led like cattle through the abattoir, bolt gun to the head, doing what they’re told. I want so much to look away. I don’t want to see him…

Dreamscape

Two nights before… I’m holding up cards I’d sent Papaw, showing him. He’s smiling, happy. Then, I’m in the famed basement of 2715 Alice Avenue. Watching TV, waiting for my grandparents to arrive. Eventually, I go upstairs and find them in their bedroom watching TV with my parents. Relaxed. Happy we are. Just like it…

Today I Am Moving to…Canada?!

Well, I thought I was moving to China today.  Not even a layover in Toronto was scheduled; just a quick transfer.  However, the Air Canada plane scheduled to depart from Northern Kentucky would not start. That’s a bad sign. I would not feel confident getting into a plane experiencing “mechanical failure.” Surprisingly, only one Air…

Overwhelmed

I saw through to the Other Side… I ran, and ran, and ran I fall now, prostrate to the Higher One. 

Hands

They came to me again in a dream last night.  First, my Granny was with me again several nights back.  A couple days ago I dreamed of Mamaw & Papaw’s home–the best ever, in every way: 2715 Alice Avenue. I was there helping pack up things to sell after their passing.  Feelings of emptiness.  …

Next Steps…

Finding myself yet again at a “turning point”–hear that, history students of mine?–I must decide how to move forward.   [see recent posts, including What the F–k is Wrong With Me?!”] Life is indeed short. Way too short to be stuck in a job you don’t have passion for. Way too short to spend all…

Walking in Honest Abe’s Footsteps

Arguably the most transformative and effectual president in American history was born right here amid the rolling green hills of Kentucky on February 12th, 1809.  Thomas & Nancy Lincoln were living on 300 acre Sinking Spring Farm just south of what would soon become Hodgenville (1818) when Abraham Lincoln was born.  The icy cold stream…

Cave Hill

Traveling through Cave Hill Cemetery in Louisville is a journey to a foreign land: historic, opulent, monumental, serene, sacred.  Cave Hill is an enchanted land of hills and ponds within one of America’s greatest neighborhoods–The Highlands. As one travels its winding pathways, there is no end to a remarkable diversity of graveyard architecture and introductions…

I’d Like You All to Meet Kiara…

Kiara is the wonderfully undead dog written about in my post two days prior, Resurrected! I shot these this morning during my run to share… Kiara: Thank you so much for resurrecting! I love you. 

Portal

When a portal opens, do you run the other way—or pass through, into the unknown?

Resurrected!

Have you ever longed for an old friend who died? Praying he or she would come back even for just one more hug. One final moment together.  One of the best things ever happened during my run an hour ago… A ferocious looking farm dog named Kiara who is actually one of the nicest dogs…

In the Blood

Regardless of my travails, I’m home.  While down in a hole, the fragrance of freshly mowed grass reminds me I’m still alive.  John Deeres drive by as I swing on the front porch, leaning to touch the log home.  Rabbits run the field where horses eat as cows swim in their pond.  Geese eat alongside…