The Yells of Trains

Countless nights I've laid, eyes soggy, admiring the faint cornrows of light sneaking through the blinds, painting my wall Kansas. Then somewhere between today and tomorrow, between the dopplered motorbike and the spooked bark, I hear it. Its industrial war cry making its way through the filter of bricks and alleys. Rolling over asphalt and curbs, till eventually its stamina proves sound, its bell infiltrates through stone, glass, finds my ears, “I’m here.”

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The Best Memories of My Life

As I reflected on the last year and meditated about what I want out of 2016 my thoughts came to some questions: What has brought about the best memories of my life? What guiding principles cause these moments to happen? What elements, if any, link them all together? How did they happen and how can I live to ensure that I will make more of the best memories of my life happen this coming year? I think about these questions in today's post. 

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Christmas Morning

I recognized as a young kid that something felt different that morning, different than my birthday, different than the first day of summer break, different than Halloween, 4th of July, or Thanksgiving. Light seemed to fill my fingers and toes, itchy to get upstairs to stare at the smorgasbord of surprise. The anticipation like a laxative to the sleep my growing body usually craved. Curiosity coursed through my mind as I examined every box and bag, trying my best to sherlock my way around the wrapping and scotch tape. Everything I feared took the day off as the furnace pumped magic through the whole house and my skinny heart pumped joy from my bare feet to my bedhead. 

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Star Wars, One of My Favorite Places

This week, the most highly anticipated film of my lifetime comes out in theaters all over the planet. I, like millions of others, feel like Christmas has come early this year and fully expect my life to never be the same. So what is it? What makes this world called Star Wars so lovable, so meaningful? Well, here's some of my answer:

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Autumn - a poem

The trees say "Sorry, 4th of July, is that all you got?" Their million mouths, having spent summer gorging on sun, now exhaust into butterfly colors for a finale worthy of their hire. Nature's confetti, they fall, collected and converted into landing pads and hiding places. 

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