If you know the word but don’t feel it, why fucking write it. -M. Taggart
You get one shot being yourself.
In a Gill like strife-
The dust hadn’t yet begun-
We could no longer hide
Maine is gorgeous. Maine is large. If you think the world is small, I invite you to drop yourself off, deep in the woods Up North, and wait for nightfall.
I’m drawn to the toughness of Maine. Both in its natural state and within its industrial towns that have been slightly forgotten. Much like my home town of Turner’s Falls in Western, MA. (Gill actually.) I love these towns. I’m proud of them. I see potential even in the crumbling buildings. But let us not pretend that Maine isn’t a snow globe. Because it really is. My Western, MA friends- I owe you one of these articles. It’s coming.
All photo’s taken by me. I’m no photographer. I just point and click at things.
Ps, I wrote a short story. That story became self published, thanks to my wife Megan. If interested you can read reviews or read the story via the amazon link below. Cheers.
Let’s wonder how far one ripple will go
edges box thoughts
Let’m go and play
A sound balances-
As Hemingway writes-
Enjoy your eggs with whiskey
‘You cannot dissect for emotion,’ Doc went on. ‘If a human body were found by another species and dissected, there would be no possible way of knowing about its emotions or its thoughts.’ John Steinbeck. Sweet Thursday.
I write in my books. I rip corners off pages. It’s been a long while since I read this book. It didn’t take a long while to find one of my favorite lines.
Beer! I’ve updated my about page. Let me know if you think I ought to add something. And, while you’re at it, smash a beer. It’s good for your soul.
Link to my about:
We would like to read now. The sun has set. We can no longer sit on our porch. There is no inside to be with. Our house isn’t filled for us. Let’s take a pull of something nice and see what’s to see.
You can always go home-
Not all memories are steeped in fog-
It’s been long enough
photo taken by me.