• When Luna Glares at Me, I Listen

    When I awoke early in the morning to briefly relieve myself, I began staring out the window at one of the brightest full moons I’ve ever seen. This activity wasn’t particularly good for my eyes. So, I had to rest them for a few minutes as I recovered from the surprising level of glare on…

  • Easternmost

    In spring, with snow still on the Downeast Maine ground, I pay a visit to the easternmost city in the entire nation. To go any further would mean giving myself up to the ocean. So many memories revolve around this general area, as just a few dozen miles north is where my family spent many…

  • Reruns All Become Our History

    Isn’t it strange how reruns of old shows and movies somehow become intertwined with the memories of our physical lives? It’s as if we were in the room where all these fictional events took place. Those repeated broadcasts of television shows and movies hold a unique place in our lives.Over time, these reruns shape and…

  • What I Learned About Self-Discovery from “Heart of Darkness”

    I’ve long suffered with the fear of not being well-received as a writer. It’s the kind of dreaded existential terror that haunts a prolific writer’s nightmares. As I noticed my writing becoming denser and more convoluted, I worried I’d eventually reach a point where the only person who could decipher my prose would be me.…

  • Overload

    Overload

    Today as I write this, my connection to the Information Superhighway has been severed for several hours. So, my full attention turned inward on myself, leading to massive overload. For months, I’ve busied myself reexamining various aspects of existence to the extremes. In between my intense studies, if I don’t find some external stimuli to…

  • American Nightmare: The Capitalist Horror Story

    In a not-so-distant past that now seems as mythical as Atlantis, the American Dream shimmered on the horizon like a beautiful, elusive butterfly. It was a simple, yet profoundly powerful vision: a promise of boundless opportunities, where hard work was the only key needed to unlock doors to prosperity and happiness. This dream wasn’t reserved…

  • Learnings of a Hapless Dreamer

    I’ve long seen myself as a hapless dreamer, stuck in a world full of seeming coincidences. Everyone is whining and wallowing in self-pity, making up all sorts of excuses instead of trying to better themselves. After all, it’s easy to get caught up in the rat race, running from one thing to the next, thinking…

  • When Should I Let My Writing Sit for a While?

    Ever feel like that your writing just isn’t coming out quite perfect? You may feel like there’s something missing. Do you feel like what you’re saying doesn’t sound right? That’s okay. Sometimes, you simply have to take a step back and leave your writing aside for a while. It might only be for a few…

  • Writing About Difficult Things

    I never wanted to write what everyone else wrote. No, I needed to express the topics everyone thinks about at one time or another, but I have neither the words to describe nor the guts to relate. Yet, as a writer, lately I’ve reduced myself to revisiting past scribblings of topical articles, delving deep into…

  • Boundaries of the Mind: Absurdity, Truth, and the Human Experience

    The potency of the human mind is unparalleled, yet we resist truths that make us uncomfortable. Indeed, the incredible power of the human mind is often constrained by self-imposed boundaries and societal expectations. We have the capacity for profound creativity, deep understanding, and remarkable innovation. Yet, we frequently shy away from ideas that challenge our…