God Is In The Radio

philosophy

  • Fragments, 8.1.25

    Don’t white-knuckle life like it’s the steering wheel on a runaway clown car. The tighter you squeeze, the more the clowns cry in the backseat. ** Everything’s on its way to becoming something else. Grip too hard, and it wriggles… Continue reading

    Fragments, 8.1.25

  • Fragments, 6.5.25

    If you’re alive, you have a purpose. What that purpose is, only God knows. But I’ve come to believe that each of us is here for a reason, one that may not yet be clear, but will reveal itself in… Continue reading

    Fragments, 6.5.25

  • Fragments, 5.21.25

    There’s always something strange on my commute, but this Mother’s Day stood out like the sorest of thumbs. On the ride home, I passed a man walking along the sidewalk, casually gripping a machete. He looked menacing enough that, for… Continue reading

    Fragments, 5.21.25

  • Fragments, 4.16.25

    There’s something quietly sacred about the writer who labors in obscurity. Much has been written about this strange devotion. We know the stories: Kafka dying with his manuscripts unread, Lovecraft’s mythos blooming only after his death. They are not anomalies, but… Continue reading

    Fragments, 4.16.25

  • Fragments, 4.15.25

    Daily, I veer between moments of aching spiritual hunger and sudden, icy alienation from others, the world, and even myself.  It’s as if two entirely different beings take turns steering my soul.  Some would blame my bipolar diagnosis; others might… Continue reading

    Fragments, 4.15.25

  • Journal Entry: Settling In Down South

    Not too long ago, I ran another blog on WordPress here called Fiction & Ideas. I had a ton of fun doing that blog, but life, as it does, eventually pulled me in different directions. So, it’s been great to… Continue reading

    Journal Entry: Settling In Down South