We probably don’t need to be reminded, every day, people in this world, in this life, are hurting. Even yourself. You can feel it, some days more than others. Most times you are able to get past the doubt and delusion for a little while. Most times. It comes back. You know. You don’t need […]

Two nights ago, I was listening to The London Howlin’ Wolf Sessions, the 1971 album where the Chicago bluesman is backed by Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood, Bill Wyman, and Charlie Watts.    Yesterday, walking home from a mid-day appointment in downtown Toronto, a hopped-up ‘70s muscle car stopped at a red light, the sounds of […]

Brightening sky, the questioning why, each day.     World not awake, not yet, and neither are you.     Off to work, or off to where?               The road ahead, you only stare. This is not living, but coping. Existing, at this hour.          We do what we must, as we can, in the space stretching between silence and satisfaction.                        […]