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Ah, the mighty sandwich.. a myriad of opportunity and potential. From the simple sliced tomato, olive oil, and salt joined between two thick slices of ciabatta, to the gourmet and extravagant loaves of artisanal bread marrying within their crusts lavish meats, exotic vegetables, succulent fungi, and sauces requiring the precision of a tenure chemist to reproduce. Today a sandwich can be made from anything, you don’t even need the bread, but don’t… Read More

A little candle can send photons rolling down mountains and across valleys; it can cast shadows that would bring down giants. The flickering flame off a candle can seem so mundane in contrast to a midday Texas summer sun, but in a dark cavern it is a precious gift to guide you home. Certain days light is all around, easy to find, hold, and revere. Others it seems like only a fable… Read More

Morning, 0600. The perfect time to wake up. I always found the morning hours seem to last for a time and a half. The amount of productivity I experience between 0600-0900 would take me the equivalent of 6 hours in the rest of the day. This is my gilded time. My favorite time. Why wake up at any other hour? Once I build the strength to get out from under my fortress… Read More

Some days you get writers block for a few hours, some times you get a life encompassing mental block for weeks. The world doesn’t end, your progress isn’t wasted, it’s okay. I started writing on WordPress to be a place I can record and organize the thoughts bouncing around my head. I wanted to write daily, or at least every other day. I wanted to explore poetry, showcase my photography, connect with… Read More

The sea rages around us,Thunder crashes down. Wood splits across the deck,The mast ignites and roars in flame. Deck hands charge from stern to bow,Frenzy to save the Squall’s Embrace. Sails approach over the horizon,Deep in black and glowing. Impossible speed beckons her forward,Hull riddled with holes and scorched beyond repair. Gun ports spring open,A hail of stone and lead. No soul maintains the attacking vessel,Only revenants shrieking for new comrades. Rotting… Read More

When I was a child, I always thought the stars were pretty. I’d look up at night and see them all twinkling, white and bright. It wasn’t until my dad began pointing them out, each an individual, each unique and named, that I began to see them for so much more then pretty. The first two stars to shatter this perception I had were Betelgeuse and Sirius. Betelgeuse, the brilliant M2lab, or… Read More

Some days I find myself sitting atop a mighty mountain, admiring the sloping valleys and steep, rocky cliffs. I imagine being that regal tree, standing just at the crest of that cliff in the distance. How many animals has it blessed with shade from the midday sun, and how many more call it’s thick bark and abundant branches home? I dream about being that noble peregrine falcon I saw soaring overhead as… Read More

From the singing sands of Western Asia,Across the coasts of California.From the mighty trees of Yoyogi Koen,Across the naves of Florence. The stars change their positions,The Sun intensifies and and softens.Bird sing in accent,Food tells a new story. Years I may wander,Months without language,Weeks with no bed,Nights spent in wonder. Always I’ll hear,The call of the mountains.Forever I’ll feel,The pull of the river. Regardless of time,Distance or day,Our reunion will transcend,I love… Read More

Humans have grown and evolved as a species dependent on communication. We live in communities for survival, we disseminate information to continue the growth of the mind, we raise each other’s children and support each others elderly. This need for interaction, which is as critical to our needs as food and water, spurred the creation of language. Communities across the globe generated their own language to communicate ranging from verbal speech common… Read More

How many cycles have spun since the last time the Earth took breath beneath your feet I hate the feeling of grass When was the last time your eyes closed over galaxies spreading across the universe I hate bugs How many years have been marked away since you felt the rush of the wild river flowing with your soul I hate being cold Have you ever been so still that nature begins… Read More