So here I sit, desperately trying to not be a poor excuse for a working man.
Ruminations of a Working Man: Here I Sit
Ruminations of a Working Man: Wild I Am
Some songs get you going and remind you who you are. This morning as I drove to work, this song came on and I listened especially intently to the words.
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. XI: The Middle
We want more than we are, and to be more than we are. The tension brings rise to imagination-captivating inventions that bring us closer to the Middle.
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. X: Member of Everything
Last night, I hung up the coat that shielded me high on the Cliffs of Moher in the closet that I seldom open, the hinges groaning in protest. The salt from the ocean spray, still clinging to the thick sleeves, left my fingers sticky and longing to return. A gentle yet abrasive reminder that, for once, I did it. I was a member of everything, and my eyes saw the vibrant colors of everything. My ears were buffeted with the pulse of everything, and its pulse became my pulse.
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. IX: Scatterbrain Whimsy or Bust
Back and forth, the world goes round, and I'm right here, right here, right now, and every word that comes from my mouth can't seem to say please let me out...
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. VII: They’ll Understand, Someday
Today, the sky is a thicker shade of gray. One that really doesn't let much sun through at all. Not much sun by our standards, anyways... I used to become inspired by the sight of clouds, the smell of rain, the sound of life with a touch of laze. I'd write some music with my guitar,... Continue Reading →
Finding the Garden
I step inside... It is absolutely frigid. It seems as if the walls know too, clad in their stoic gray-blue semblance. I dare not run - it could spell disaster for myself and all of the other apparitions locked in here with me. Yet mayhaps the only way to know for sure, the only way to capture... Continue Reading →
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. VI: Blood Feud
I haven't done one of these in awhile, and I've been feeling very blank-canvassy lately, so here we go: The air is still... Too still. I think the word for it is descriptive of most office environments: stale. Yes, the stale air that clouds the mind long enough to get eight hours of work in now... Continue Reading →
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. V
Another cup... Another significantly poor cup of black coffee. No sense in throwing sugar on top of a pile of feces and pretending it's a biscuit, eh? No sense in going to work and pretending it's a playground, either. Honestly, that's the first time I've compared work to poop, though I can say with some certainty it... Continue Reading →
December Rose 