Gears are grinding as the pistons churn and the machine envelops yet another twenty-four hour news cycle. Another day that should be marked on a calendar and recalled many, many moons from now, when I’m old and gray and feeling frail, perhaps wondering where my … Read More →
Tag Archives: Central Coast
Rippling Asphalt
The tarmac is somewhere between damp and desperate as she dances away. Instinctively I start to fight it, maybe even fear it, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t need me. She’s all grown up. Free. Able to feel and emote and move. Blipping the throttle, … Read More →
Recent Rides: Shards of Silver
Silver slivers are splitting the sky as the mist drifts in on a wonderful weekday. It’s strange. And dense. And packed with a lonely laughter that’s hanging just below the surface. The last weeks have been nothing but a blur and the last moment is … Read More →
Mental Drifting
I’m coming through yet another corner — the latest in a series of endless turns and bends — and I find myself wondering when am I going to wake up? When will this dream cease and reality set in? Hopefully never… It’s been less than … Read More →
Rehab for the Soul
I ask where I am and the man says, “the last, best spot in California”… Quick smile to myself and I think you’re more right than you know… Am I really here? Is this real? Am I alive? Is this a dream? I do not … Read More →
Reboot, Reload, Restart
I woke up awhile back… And I stared myself down in the mirror… It was the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do… Because what I saw reflecting back at me wasn’t an image of today or tomorrow, but rather an unfolding series of … Read More →
The Sweep of the Soil
There’s a sweep to the soil as it rises. Hills, that evolve from small specks of dirt, raise their hands upwards towards the sky. Grasping for the heavens they can not reach but will strive for nonetheless. In leaps and bounds and with a primeval … Read More →