Prose, Poetry by my friends and others
“Shabbily dressed, he stumbled along the cobblestones of a back street in Ropponggi, a suburb of Tokyo. He leaned first on one wall of the small plaza, then haltingly traversed to the opposite, resting for a minute before continuing. My first thought was that he wanted something, maybe a spare coin, maybe some of my time. Continue reading
Sometimes the universe is so on target. I have been processing where I have been in the last few years. Two years ago my relationship was in turmoil, my music business was in shambles, and I was in a train wreck in many areas of my life. After many years of what appeared to be futile effort, I slowly and steadily began to give up on my visions and dreams. It has taken a lot of focused effort to climb out of the cesspool of self-doubt and resentment.