A Wallow on old wood

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Tolerence Vs. Tryanny

Everyone minds their own. No Questions asked, no judgement, a simple exceptance. I was walking by a street community of ...

Just another night walking the dog.

Walking with my standard poodle at night before I go to bed just has to be done. I live near ...

Isn't art the point?

Recently An art piece thought to be created by the mysterious artist Banksy was covered over. The boring black wall ...

The loves of Oceanside

Oceanside is a place that can always be appreciated even if you do not know the soul inwhich it's essence ...

Letter Home

Dear Jimmy, Today of all my days here was especially hard. I am very thankful for this opportunity to work ...

Stiil in Az.

My hardships in obeying the laws that give me these rights will always be a pain in the ass, why ...

The other side of the story

In Arizona you can carry a gun on your hip, ride your motorycycle without a helmet, hike with a riffle, ...

The afterburn, aftermath to fires in the night

By early this afternoon and the breeze from the pacific arose and the smell of fire was in the air. ...

Fires in the night

Fell asleep about 11:00 last night and inhaled a small hint of something metalic. Sniffed my pillows and ran a ...

TURN OF THE DEMI GODS

Aphrodite syndrome is a real psychological study. I have been acused of living with this syndrome my whole life. I ...

Home alone at eleven?

It appears that a parent can legally leave a child of age eleven home alone. As the state does not ...

A wallow in the wild

Some times people only find others to relate when each others broken parts fit. On the Oceanside pier there is usually only one pelican sitting and daring strangers to come close. Days like today there are three connecting in silence, thinking perhaps "He thinks this spot is cool , I'll try it to" Eventually they all leave the one solo pelican, but sometimes they come back. I feel like looking at the pier, but I am not wanting to walk on it. I would rather pretend I am a child to scared to take foot. I am happy in a make believe world where goodness is presented and pain is the lesson plan. I have lost a lover and gained a couple friends. I am the solo pelican on the railing, knowing if I wait long enough friends will join me, all the while fixing my broken feathers from a man who has never known me. The only life I have is to take flight alone, walk on the wood, look through the spaces and be happy that sometimes others join me.

I dare you to hurt, learn, and be real.. Sitting and waiting is the best part. Only sometimes they all ...

A wallow in water and blood

A broken heart in repair

As soon as I step onto the Oceanside Peir my music stops , my Ipod dies. I want to wallow ...

A wallow in reflection

MY friend told me the best way to get over a man is to get under one. I say it ...

A wallow without a storm

The only storm ahead of me is the one I have created. Every step is heavier then the next and ...

A wallow on old wood

There are a few places in Oceanside where one can connect with others without money, words or responsibilites. These days ...

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