there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in Fragments on Jun 24th, 2009
Richard Matheson wrote What Dreams May Come in 1978, as a love story to his wife. It pops up every so often in my life, and reminds me of the things that I love, and gives me hope. I may disappear from time to time, but it is within my nature to run. [...]
Posted in Fragments on May 20th, 2009
Sometimes you wake up, and you find yourself in those quiet moments. Like a dream was about to begin, but it was cut short by consciousness. It’s hard to say if the dream you missed was worth the waking. You look at your life.. and think, “Where the hell have [...]
Posted in Fragments on Mar 25th, 2009
You know those nights, when you can’t sleep? No matter what you do? It’s 4am on a Tuesday. There you are. Staring at the ceiling. Counting proverbial sheep. Your mind racing, any kind of distraction will do. Anything to slow down. Anything at all.
But every Tuesday that [...]
Posted in update on Dec 1st, 2008
Alright, kids, you know what time it is. Monday update. Well, this last week was pretty packed. With Thanksgiving and all of that holiday mess. Somehow, I managed to put out more content that ever here at Loki Listens. We also broke some records. Most posts in one month, [...]
Posted in Fragments on Nov 29th, 2008
This was originally posted back in July 2008, on the Twitter Travels blog. I am reposting it here, due to the start of the new series of columns, Fragments.
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It’s hard to quantify things when you are looking backwards through the filter of memory. What happened? What did we do? Where did we go? Two [...]
Posted in Fragments on Nov 26th, 2008
I actually wrote this and posted it back in April of 2007. I’m reposting it now because I’m starting a new series of true stories, called Fragments. Enjoy!
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This is a true story. A story about my city. Chattanooga. I love it like no other. In this city, it’s rare for someone to say, [...]
Posted in poetry on Aug 6th, 2007
Broken glass litters
the city street.
I crawl out of the gutter
and wonder where I was last night.
I can see the quad-bridges from here.
The echo in the distance
calls out my name.
Jack, come home.
I am home.
This is my city.
These are my streets.
I walk across the bridge
and grab a bite to eat.
Hot coffee and cold eggs
can help just about [...]
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