Miles of black wet highway, a way to clear the mind… ...mind, What was I thinking? The brain wonders about itself in all the other places, spaces, it wants to go somewhere it is not, missing the moment,

I visit my parents and see my childhood memories. Then my teenage years. Finally young adult moments, college, friends, moments, laughter that use to fill this house. Now empty, quiet. All the children

Is it impossible to escape the sounds of civilization? I often wonder what it’d take. How far I’d have to travel away from society, into nature, to be away, pure and quiet. But, cars and semis continually

Everything strange, unfamiliar familiarity. I’ve been here so many times, these roads and sidewalks, layers to a past. How long ago to remember, something new from something old. My mind a thousand miles

Seeking Silence : Kevin Warning: This chapter contains adult language Sunlight melts July afternoons, perfect temperatures. Because of the heat and drought, it’s been three weeks since I’ve mowed the yard.

Shuffling like a consuming zombie searching the aisle of a grocery store. I stop to have a moment and look around. All these infinite universes inside all the minds wandering the aisles. Are we stuck on

Sunday morning, 2pm. It’s still morning if I haven’t left my coffee drinking chair. Slow days. I don’t have to be anywhere. I don’t have to do anything. I slept like a mummy waking after a century long

Tiredness like weight, tiny monsters pulling down my eyes. The sockets grow deeper and my focus fades off, off, off… and what was I talking about? Moments give way to idle time. I used to have a dream.

After parking in the lot beside a silver BMW, I took a walk down the narrow black sidewalk alongside a lake. Still June air filled with distant laughter. Children in waveless waters, murky and fun. The

Seeking Silence Who is the watcher behind closed eyes? Who is the witness to the mind's wanderings? Who is the dreamer? And who is driving this ride? Where is the focal point? Moving attention... intention...

Mother 4am whispers Centipede crawls through the night Through thoughts scratching Dreaming to be safe Don’t tell us everything will be alright. Warm embrace From long hungry fingers With sweet words Seeping

It’s the darkness The dark part of ourselves Hidden inside A part of humanity Even if no one wants to recognize it. In these blank spaces There is only time In empty places Silence is found Between built

Black in the Night There lies the poison apple But we all fell so low Feeling like I’ve been here before A broken mirror on the floor Nothing left to do but crawl ashore. A worm in ecstasy emerges from

“Even the frogs are quiet” Dark moist soil squeezes between my fingers. The Earth is damp, worms feasting on decaying swamp matter, but the dogs are already upon me. I can hear them howling in the distance.

Searching the small pockets keepers of time, rain drops in puddles filling tire tracks, cool damp breeze through leafless reaching branches. All the flowers dried and drooping half their original vibrant

There are two worlds Contained within each mind One world we see And experience in the flesh Full of influence Struggle, Anxiety, Daily routine, And the endless “voice” inside That we tell ourselves We

She hands you a multiple question exam “Make your best guess,” she says: Fill in your best answer. Is there purpose in every action? A:yes B:no Do all things hold beauty? A:yes B:no Does the universe ever

In this lifetime You are born with a map Directions And decisions In every situation And fork in life’s road A detailed guide All the way to death. As a child You forget to read it Running off and playing,

Lapping shorelines of tranquillity With Crystal clear validity Rest calm rocks of eternity Warm light of today Melts away Echoes of Yesterday In dew dawn Sun rays dance on slow waves Reaching the shorelines

Walking out of the orchard Of lime green apples Lying on the ground The ocean waves crash on land Bright blue and massive Through the trees They wash over me Salt water stinging And the water levels rise