The overall feeling of freedom and creativity in my head and heart is something I never knew I could feel nor knew was possible. Truly.

You know, sometimes I can't believe that this little fucker made it. Today, I celebrate my 57th birthday and I'm still amazed that.,.

There are many days when I feel like I don’t belong... Not to any tribe, not to any group, not to any place. I listen, I observe, I...

In this current world we live in, one of anti-humanity and faint hope, one of blatant falsehoods, repetitive faux news and sickening...

Black T-shirt. Blue jeans. Laced up black All-stars. Check. Peek out to see the sun break through. No rain today. Check....

Sitting in my lit kitchen, I look out the window on to the city. Rain drips down in a steady stream, inviting memories and thoughts....

There are days of light and there are days of dark. We don't always get to choose what we wake to, what memory will take shape as we rub...

Tonight I walk around Lockhart Road in Wan Chai. It stinks of stale shitty beer and burning cigarettes. There's too much Old Spice cologne…

If you’re wondering, at all, as to why I haven’t posted in months, well, here’s the why…

It's been a full year that I’ve been living in Hong Kong....

"I hope to come back as a dog," he thought. As a condom, to serve people was what he was made to do, he knew that and accepted that.

Everyday, as I write from my apartment here in Hong Kong, I live in the noise within my mind…

Not all unicorns are the same, he thought. Sure, most Dreamers shared the same vision...big, white, winged horses, frolicking amongst rainb

9.11.01 It's been twenty years since that horrific day changed so many lives.

Living in a city like Hong Kong, where money is everything to so many and the concept of giving is like an abstract thought, it can be...

Sometimes the little white sock just couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Oh sure, his owner was ok…and that was being incredibly gracious....

I actually don't give two craps about how people perceive me. I haven't for many years. If people like me, that's fine, and if they don't…

Full of Nothing Empty of Something....

Dressed in his blue coveralls and neon vest, the man swept the leaves and debris up as quickly as it fell. The tree refused to cooperate…

This is not a post, this is a rant, but aren't the best blog posts anyways? Getting right to the point, why do I need to explain myself...