Every generation has their musical hero, someone who’s much more than just the voice of a generation, but their sound.
Ireland had Rory Gallagher in the 80s and the world had Nirvana in the 90s. 425 more words
1 day, 4 hours
Death by Expectations
Deep, sad and tired
Staring of the edge of
Nothing in particular
You miss to the quick
This thing unnamed
This is what anger looks like… 126 more words
3 weeks, 2 days
In the gaze of the other
To be a good human being is to have a kind of openness to the world, an ability to trust uncertain things beyond your own control, that can lead you to be shattered in very extreme circumstances for which you were not to blame. 434 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
The countdown has begun: C will be three in only about two and a half weeks.
Sometimes I look through the archives of my blog to revisit all the things we’ve been through together. 564 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
North Carolina Dreams
I might be sad again. I think it’s a temporary moroseness though, because I’m drunk–or, more accurately and less accusatorially–I’ve been drinking.
I’m not full-drunk, but I’m tipsy and, honestly, it’s great. 171 more words
A Hippie Butterfly
Loving this song today……
Bloodstream by Stateless
2 months, 2 weeks