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The Crescendo

A spark ignites the kindle, thus creating an ember. From here, a flame needs tending. As an author, I pledge to remain ever vigilant, and keep a lookout for the best of ways and means, to keep my fire aglow. One day, my creative writing teacher, a beautiful spirit,...

WTF Do I Know

We’re sitting outside, having our early morning coffee. Our hideaway is on State and Main. From inside, we’re looking out. Beyond the town’s embrace, just past some well-tended hemp fields, we can still see and appreciate the ghostly “Fog pockets”; as they’re...

No Choice w/the Voice

" The voices in my head, jumped out and made my bed! "   I’m trying to find my voice for a recent writing project. Initially, I was vacillating back and forth between going with a first-person narrative point of view (POV). Where the story is told by my main...

Let’s see…

  I almost killed someone today, and for no good reason... I wonder, is there ever a good reason? No, there really isn't. What about in self-defense? What if you are trying to thwart an enemy? What if, and what if, and how about what if? No. How about if we need...

Goodwill Godwilling!

I’m going to tell you a short story. Truthful, as far as memory allows. The actions that I took, the challenges I managed to successfully address, can be directly attributed to the lessons in a book I had bought way back when. This tale would fall under the “My...

The Mosaic

     Welcome to our Blog!In our blog “The Mosaic”, we touch upon everything from poetry to prose; economics to business; psychology to existentialism; health, wealth, well-being, and more. Metaphorically speaking, take a step back, squint your eyes, and see how the...

Life

I wrote this poem when I was about ten, for my first love. The subject matter was simple. I spoke of life; I used a flower as a metaphor. Cadence was exposed within the rhythm; housing both within the edifice of a rhyme. I wrote it out on a tea-stained soaked piece of...

“No Time to Die!”

As I was undergoing one of my weekly in-house stints of chemo. Physically, I was okay. Though mentally, I was in a pretty dark space. It wasn’t like the other areas of my life were all that great either. As I remained on a precipice, looking down into my “rabbit...

A Socratic Nightmare

If indolent, it's because the mind is mired w/in one's torpid memories of recriminations or because the soul is not beholding to anyone or anything. So just revel w/in the dissonant, discordant and disconcerting musical amalgamations of the hedonistic, narcissistic,...