Tag: dreams

This is a continuation from a series of entries I wrote chronicling my childhood and teenage years. For some reason I got sidetracked — I wrote about ‘that tale from my teenage years‘, and before I knew it I was writing about my crazy relationships and sexual encounters. And then I got talking about The American. I often write as if I’m not affected by what unfolds — chilled, objective — but the truth is… I am. I am effected…

I’ve never written poetry before. I just thought I ought to try. The photo underneath is unrelated, but I took it last night and thought it was pretty! – Evoke love and conjure desire, elicit tears and laughter inspire, craft dreams and banish doubt. It is from within the desolate plains of mundane that the artist’s seed and culture sprout. Bunsen and bellows both brazen and bold, Latent and chemical and forms untold, Exploited, excited, Molded, contorted, Bent to this…

I don’t intend to make a habit of commenting on current affairs but it just so happens that the current government election fracas in Iran fits into my train of thought on ignorance and irrationality. The complete lack of human rights in Iran is not a new thing. People, usually those from the fortunate West, forget that the fabled Universal Declaration of Human Rights is not a treaty; it’s not something that countries sign at a summit and abide by…

I jump into bed and turn the light off; or I put my book down, roll over and shut my eyes. And then I lay there, eyes shut, trying to sleep, but I simply… can’t. Not for 20, 30, 60 minutes — I always do fall asleep, but it’s never quick and easy. I’m always the the one that has to try and fall asleep while the girl or boy next to me snores unabatedly. From what I can tell…