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Hope in the Garden: How the Knicks’ Starters Represent a Template for a Positive Mentality
I’ve been a Knicks fan for as long as I can remember. Like most of my sports lineage, I trace back my fandom to the man who left me with far more …Hope in the Garden: How the Knicks’ Starters Represent a Template for a Positive Mentality
I Am Artificial Intelligence, and So Can You!
I’m sitting down here trying to write this post and it feels impossible. Not because I have writer’s block. Not because the subject matter is …I Am Artificial Intelligence, and So Can You!
A New Hope
I’ve been in the blogging game for a long time. Never really found much success in it, but when I was posting consistently I was getting a decent …A New Hope
flow state
you asked me to step out of the boat into the flowing waters you did not give reason when I wanted it trust me and obey you said I am bigger than your reason a faithful yes brought peace like a River I stepped into the raging currents and where my foot fell there was only dry ground stay you said I will sustain you and yours standing in the deep rich clay fertile deposits of…
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Overtime (a short story)
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* The same blare of the alarm clock that had woken Mark up for the last twenty-five years still faithfully chirped its morning cry. 4:48 AM. Early enough that if he really wanted to, he could hit the snooze button. He never did, but it was always comforting to know he had the option. While the rest of the world set their iPhones on an alarm schedule, Mark…
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Poe’s Alarm Clock
I got you a clock for Christmas Last year before we went no contact You said you wanted to tell the time In different rooms of the house But maybe you knew that Your days were numbered When we were kids And something we wanted Exceeded your price range We would negotiate And put up at least half the cost Now here I am again Haggling with Death for what’s lost It’s sitting in a…
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now that you're gone
Now that you’re goneI have to remember not to forget youYou were always aroundAlways nearby, always closeNow all that remains is The wisps of memoryEchoes from the pastProof in photo you were hereFractals of light burned on film Now that you’re goneAnything can be a sharp reminderA word, a phrase, a gesture becomesA wound, a pain, a triggerA timeline of possibility erasedHow many more words were…
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Resolute (A Reflection of 2024)
To say that 2024 was a challenge would be an understatement. It is such an understatement, that I feel compelled to state just how much that statement doesn’t fully cover or encompass the type of year that it has been for me and my family. However, this is not a post to say good riddance to this span of time, but rather a retrospective, and dare I say, a gratitude towards what these trials have…
Until The End of the Age
This poem is the spiritual successor to this one that I also wrote expressing some of the differences between the millennial generation and previous ones. If you enjoy this poem, you might also enjoy the other. Age before beauty And Age before grace Because compassion and understanding Don’t have value like lines on a face And if gray hair is wisdom Well you think we’d be more wise But…
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Purpose in Posting
Some time ago I wrote this post about why I left Facebook and how it was affecting me mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. You can read the whole thing at the link above, but the abridged version of the lesson learned from my social media sabbatical is that I no longer feel the compulsion to make sure that everyone has the correct information all of the time. Removing that label from myself…
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Spin Cycle
How I wish that self-reflection Was the default response to any critique Rather than blind deflection Because admission makes one seem weak But growth always starts from imperfection Or there would be no reason to turn the cheek And upon further inspection You begin to see where you’ve sprung a leak Giving opportunity for protection From the footholds that can cause a break It’s only…
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bootstraps
The following poem is addressed from millennials to the generations before us and the cycles of hurt we seek to break and heal from. We are the individuals breaking generational cursesToday’s teachers, doctors, and nursesForged out of souls oppressed from the firstBreath heavy like I’m stuck in a coffin in the back of a hearsePutting pen to paper is the only safe space in my versesAnd worse…
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Daily Annuals
Today is the day that I met youThe day I started to never forget you The day I didn’t realizeEverything that would come from this The day I ignored the safe choice And decided to take a riskToday I remember all we’ve been throughAll the ways I could show you I love you All the sacrifices we made For the future of our family All the choices that led To the outcome of you and me eternallyToday is…
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The Mother’s Sacrifice
When I think about the Father’s love And all He’s done for me What He’s guided me through How He’s spoken to me Encouraged me Lifted me up in my low moments In those times where I feel His presence close I catch a glimpse of the Greatness of who He is And sense a familiar warmth from His heart for me And it’s this same warmth that is naturally found Inside of the heart of every…
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figures (fathers and otherwise)
figures (fathers and otherwise)
The ticking clock was my enemy as a childI knew that as the gears turned and the seconds elapsedAs my breath was taken in exhilarated laughterInhaling the limited moments I would have with youMe, contentedYou, reluctantEventuallyInevitablyI would have to leaveTrudging towards the front door with a heavy sighDrinking in the sights and sounds and imaginingWhat your life without me must look…
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The Unspoken Loneliness of Fatherhood
The Unspoken Loneliness of Fatherhood
There is no question that one of the greatest joys in my life has been being a father. Back in 2018 when my first son was born, it was as if I had unlocked a new piece of myself to discover and enjoy. In my late teens and early 20s, I had always fantasized about what it would be like to be a dad, and even had lofty hopes of being one of the good ones.
I don’t know that I had many great…
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I'm Still Here
I’m Still Here
Did a little sprucing up around the blog. More updates coming, so stay tuned. I’ve got a few ideas rattling around in my head for a bit that have been on my mind for a while now.
This quarantine has put a lot into perspective, especially with 2 kids now and working from home. Too much to talk about, not enough time to do it at the moment.
But it’s coming.
Thanks for sticking around.
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