Americana

As America closes it’s door to nearly everything. Bob Dylan drops his first new material in almost a decade. Murder Most Foul a song about President Kennedy, his murder in Dallas, Texas and more importantly America. In the last months I’ve been thinking perhaps more miracles will not come from Dylan. Nearly every step ofContinue reading “Americana”

On the Border

You will not move forward until you have come to peace with yourself. For decades I heard this, repeatedly. I had no idea what it could possibly mean. Only lately have I learned that not loving, accepting and celebrating your beauty, cause immeasurable pain. Until you love yourself, there will forever be a hole thatContinue reading “On the Border”

Before you go.

Before you give up on Whitefish as it skips and morphs into some unrecognizable tourist town filled with second homes, flashy cars and Canadian merrymakers stop by Casey’s the next time the Whitefish Review has another issue release party. Listen to the authors, the poets and know that there is some there there. Text yourselfContinue reading “Before you go.”

Step back with me, or not.

I pulled the plug on my Instagram and Facebook life. Like so many of the vices that came to me with the advent of the internet, these two in particular seemed especially adept at drilling into the very core of my anxieties, and proclivity for procrastination. Since 95 percent of the traffic to this blogContinue reading “Step back with me, or not.”

Listen Well

Listen well though this not be Little House on The Prairie, children can be seen and heard. Be a close study of wisdom that comes from people older. They have seen more, suffered more, achieved more. Their failures do not need to be yours, but their successes can be. Be Thankful for the ability toContinue reading “Listen Well”

Yet we do

How many times have I been here, right along with you. My thoughts twisted into injustices and corruption, real and imagined, slights festering inside the incessant blabber of consciousness.   Oh! how do we recover? yet we do. After the fear comes silence, breath returns.    Look far, look to the horizon, past that impenetrable forest, pastContinue reading “Yet we do”