A God that I don’t

believe in

saves me

 

God bless you

Have a blessed day

Sincerity

 

A God I don’t

believe in

saves me

 

On my ride to work everyday old neighbors shot out blessings, wave and inquire about me.

 

 

I am a collector of
old buildings
theme songs
profound phrases

I am a collector of
physical memories
front porch stories
lost smiles

I am a collector of
partial snapshots
mundane adventures

I am a collector

You without struggles
without heartfelt experiences
You with made up problems
made up anger
You who pretend to care
Please shut up
Stop pretending
to know who we are
to know our struggle
You without problems
Please sit down
Please stop pretending

 

I like to write when I am angry or especially passionate about something. Today was one of those days.

my labyrinth of
winding roads
familiar faces
old buildings
lost places
honking cars
displaced nature
common prayers

lottery ticket

young lady? dreams coming true

want it? $1

As I rode home from work on my bike, someone asked if I played the lottery. I yelled no.

why write? why blog? why?

because I want to become

a better writer