I’m not sure where any of you land on past lives, but I am way too into parts of the past to not have been here before. And it all peaks at different times of the year. Like right now. Right now, I feel really in touch with what’s going on around me. From theContinue reading “It’s Quite Profound…”
Author Archives: Ragged
Pump the brakes, Hoss. This isn’t a movie and you’re not a kid anymore | 7.27.2025
Kool-Aid flavored fever dreamsof a possible future influenced by a romanticized and partly fabricated pastkeep me out of the kind of sleep I need at nightbut allow my imagination to stretch into long-ignored voids. What’s more to want thana cool country lake or to stare into a forest of pines?… Getting lost on an unkeptContinue reading “Pump the brakes, Hoss. This isn’t a movie and you’re not a kid anymore | 7.27.2025”
Add A Lanyard: Function Over Form
It’s hard not to condemn someone for condemning you, but there I was – reading an ample tirade regarding “how stupid” I was for putting lanyards on my pocket knives – written by someone who just thought it was for looks. I’ve been carrying a pocket knife for more than 30 years. I’ve carried themContinue reading “Add A Lanyard: Function Over Form”
She Could Change Everything About Her Using Colors Bold and Bright | 3.27.2025
The sparkle in your eyeswas always competing with the eagerness in your smile. You never spoke too much.You let your body do the talking… And you caught me in your sway. Everything was a photograph.Everything was perfect.Everything was what it needed to be to be in love… But you were never settled.There was something missing.AContinue reading “She Could Change Everything About Her Using Colors Bold and Bright | 3.27.2025”
The Lost Boys
When I was a kid, my cousin set up a blanket tent for me in her apartment, the opening of which was a clear shot of her television. She made some amazing nachos, climbed into the tent, and turned on “The Lost Boys.” This was the 1980s, back when horror movies were relative. That movieContinue reading “The Lost Boys”
From a Train | 9.20.24
I’ve got a buddy who takes a train whenever possible when he travels. Sure a plane or the open road is way more efficient – but you miss so much. I spent an hour and a half on a train today following the Connecticut River. Now I feel that I have no choice but toContinue reading “From a Train | 9.20.24”
The Golden Retriever | 7.17.24
Another sunrise.A different place.I’m taller than them.I’m not taller than anyone. So this is the dream… One locked door that leads to conversations about Picassoand a room full of puppies. I try to relate.Small talk and Birkenstocks. A roommate unimpressed.A Sunday afternoon interrupted.She doesn’t care that we went camping.I don’t remember the part about camping.Continue reading “The Golden Retriever | 7.17.24”
Moonlit Feather | 7.16.24
I’m back to waking upfrom dreams of people on the horizon.Caught up.Tapping me on the shoulder.Must be a summer thing. Glimmers of regret.People talk too much about things they don’t know.Putting words in my mouth. But oh to be distracted… It’s a wonderfully scary thingthat I’m trying to convince myselfI have no interest in it.Continue reading “Moonlit Feather | 7.16.24”
Balanced Affections | 5.16.24
The Cut is looking rather on point this evening… But, like anything you plan to adoreyou need to be patient to see it right… Just don’t stare too long.Then it gets really real..Takes shape. Affections need to be balanced… I had a dream last night that doesn’t make sense anymore… A kiss on the neck.HairContinue reading “Balanced Affections | 5.16.24”
Parenting | 2.25.24
This morningwhile the sun was risingand the house was sleepingI was dreamingabout the world ending. It started with planes in the airIt turned into explosions in the distance. I tried to call my mombut the phones were down.I wanted her to know I loved her…That everything would be alright. Then we were running.Everyone was tryingContinue reading “Parenting | 2.25.24”
Tribe Of Flannel 