There is the sound of thunder. There stops drops of rain. Over here is really under. Drips inside my brain. Here is the place I hear from. Over there is how far I can see. Black clouds, I don’t fear them. They freely follow me. Storms stop silent from rumbling. Shhhh. Over there another raindrop. … Continue reading Thunder Inside My Brain
There was a time in my life when I thought I was divine. Imagine how difficult it was to overcome a delusion like that as a young man. And as a middle aged man I still believe some of that to be true because it’s easy to accept that everybody is exceptional at times but… … Continue reading 12 – The Peak
I woke up this morning and I woke up again this evening after waking up this afternoon. I put one eye and one ear, along with half my nose, into my pillow for fourteen hours before I counted to ten, ten times, to get me out of bed. I paced my room back and forth … Continue reading So I Slept
Chicago is the city where I was just a seed in a wheat field being swayed by wind, swirling within golden waves of a million clusters which would one day be milled into bread. Why not? Bread and wine filled me up quite a bit on my travels. After my backpacking trip to Europe, which … Continue reading Chicago I – The Color of Boredom
Francis Erich McElroy 