Untitled by James Robinson

This place is a gathering An acceptance of self Some come here poor Some leave with wealth You might have a purpose You might have a plan But if you have nothing Please rest on the land This haven is here but only for souls with insight and truth, as their common goal We all… Continue reading Untitled by James Robinson

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That One Day My Umbrella Tried To Kill Me

It was a dreary gray morning in Chicago, the kind made for cuddles and movies. I had exited the train and was navigating through Union Station, trudging through a maze of commuters, and trying not to get impaled in the genitals by people who insist on carrying their over-sized umbrellas horizontally. The escalator ride was… Continue reading That One Day My Umbrella Tried To Kill Me

Seduced by the Sexy Side of Design

I try not to have too many regrets. If I did, I would be in perpetual cringe mode, my face scrunched up like its sole purpose was to hold up a 90's high school girl's hair. The one–let's call it a lament–I have is not pursuing writing when I was younger. You see, writing is… Continue reading Seduced by the Sexy Side of Design

Close to Home

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The recent death of Robin Williams has many people, including myself, shaken to the core. So many people die everyday: the unrest in Iraq, devastation along the Gaza strip, Ebola deaths in Africa, and the many deaths in our own backyard. Chicago, Atlanta, and St. Louis come to mind mostly because those cities are in… Continue reading Close to Home

Social Media Whoreder

Some people hoard clothes, newspaper clippings, sentimental items...their own feces. I hoard social media. Someone as (currently) unimportant as myself should not have so many sites. I doubt Instagrammers want to see my lunch of left over PB&J from my son. I have two Twitter accounts, both of them plan on suing me for neglect. I even… Continue reading Social Media Whoreder