Process is a performance that results in artifacts, and outcomes. The actual process matters little. The steps are mostly irrelevant.
When I was laying in the hospital two years ago my goal was concise: “don't die, get home.” It was a good goal. Not easy to achieve, but not impossible either.
So far so good, I still haven’t been tarnished with the 4th sight, so perhaps my days will be more or less unblemished by the woes and wails of the souls trapped betwixt this and their dimensions.
Twenty-one years ago I spent three weeks trying to decide on a domain name for my first website. I considered so many choices, the vast majority of which were unavailable.
Then like a burst pipe the reality of my memories came flooding uncontrolled and spewing chaotically about my skull. Your face changed in the video.
I'm wearing a pair of shimmery gray athleisure shorts, probably Reebok. Bare legs and feet slipped into a weathered and well loved pair of Birkenstocks.
Pissing contests and shoving matches par for the course, I needed a detour through the construction zone of puberty.
The room is like any other. A menagerie of puke-toned patterns and vertigo-causing textures
I decide that I’m going to do a seven day fast. Just water and tea and vitamins for 7 days.
While I haven't run into my younger self—and I don't intend to. I know he's here, because I am.
I have no memories of feeling the right size. Or fitting in. I've always been too big for this, or too big for that.
The absolutely, 100% true story of returning an unused rocking chair to a Cracker Barrel in Tennessee
Bobby stares into the abyss of the egg shell wall ahead, eyes dead, face slack.
You can travel through time, but there are limits.
Perry Dubois is not special, he's neither rich nor poor, smart or dumb. No, Perry is an average boy of five.
Not one soul looked up from their phone long enough to see the world dying and decaying all around them.
This morning I started my day at 4:30am. Jumped out of bed, did a few air squats, jumped into the shower and came alive.
Days bleed into nights, and nights into sunrises and sunsets. I’m sitting up in a recliner, for which I waited eight weeks to arrive, I’ve had it for three weeks today.
Listen to Black people, Hear Black people, Love Black people, Stand with and for Black Lives, because they Matter.
How many more people of color have to teach their children to fear the police before you wake up and say enough!
Our Government, the all-knowing and seeing lizard people that have been telling us UFOs aren’t real for 65 years, just released footage proving otherwise.
In hindsight, we'll probably say this was mild as far as apocalypses go. It’s bad, sure, but have you seen movies?
Julien handed his boss the H-5 hydraulic screwdriver as he'd been asked, and took a large step back. Dr. Grimes didn't so much as glance over his shoulder as he...
So many years slip by as we grow and move away from those four years that were so important. It's hard to stay in touch, to stay close. The world pulls us apart.
Sitting in my office, preparing for the week, red began to seep into the corner of my eye. I glanced over and saw a small, bright red ball roll from the front hall into my office's doorway.
It’s bullshit. The words mean nothing, just words. Words we say when something bad happens. Words we forget days after until the next time something bad happens.
Some days I feel exposed. Stripped of skin, like one of those medical teaching dummies, insides revealed and you can see right through me to the heart of the matter.
This morning I woke to a sink full of dirty dishes, and a stack of rinsed but not cleaned dishes next to the sink. Fortunately the dishwasher had been emptied and was ready to start accepting dishes into its wire belly.
I saw a picture of us today. Your sister posted it on Facebook.
Sammy’s bones creaked and popped, muscles tightened as he pushed himself from his resting place on the cold slab betwixt the dumpster and the recycling. He made an awkward pose as he straightened up and stretched into the morning sky.
I've been having a hard time with that concept. I woke up at some point in January, filled with despair.
The funny thing about this cute, little, innocuous guy is that if I let him go, he'll careen out of control, and change.
Sitting flamboyantly on the faux leather bench just inside the doorway to this fancy Panera, waiting patiently to be seated, I wait for about forty-five minutes watching others flow in and out of the restaurant, being seated, served then ushered out.
The Reno Gazette gave him a single sentence. One sentence. Fifty-seven years distilled into a single series of small facts.
“I’ve missed you terribly” He choked, then cleared his throat.
The collective excitement would rise in concert with the shoving and giggling the seriousness of competition pushed aside by youthful ignorance.
Last night I had a dream that promised to reveal the secrets of the universe, but instead only made me feel like a fool. Perhaps below the surface beyond what I could perceive there was the meaning of the universe...
I’m running, from something, not sure what, but it’s something and not someone.
I approached my personal residence, carrying two brown paper bags from the Barbur Boulevard Fred Meyer’s grocery store.
When I got home that day and David told me what had happened, and why George was at fault for David and I losing our parts in the new movie, I saw red. Pure red.
I kept your secret. I kept it from my mom, my dad, my lovers, my wife. everyone.
I'm at this party, I'm not entirely sure how I got here.
I've been working in the web development industry for five years now. For five years I've been able to sustain a specific lifestyle, working solo. Working in an industry I both love and admire.
Alright, so here in Portland, it is not common place to see snow, or even sub-zero conditions, thus the purity of my naive surprise when this morning my wife and sons and I left the house for our daily one and a half mile walk, only to discover a half an inch layer of solid ice covering the entire parking lot
With each perfect, slicing swing of the Louisville Slugger, Lou Constanza found his mood increasingly more joyful.
Minions are naturally scaly, hunched creatures, and oft times have very poor grooming and hygiene practices. I am inclined to wonder why anyone would like to have, or even require having a minion or more so, legions upon legions of them.
Flashes of white, streams and trails of grayish-green. The very tips of his New Balance running sneakers and streaks of the path he’s running, deep in concentrated thought, the wind howling past his reddened ears and face, Tomas began to have what he referred to as “acid flashbacks”.