The Artist D

To Sleep Perchance to Live

To have all the experiences that daily Waking Life restricts us from. To travel to places we cannot afford and that the society will not allow us. To love people we will never get the chance to love because they do not love us. To rekindle friendships with…
The Artist D

Pulling Mother Earth’s Hair

I stayed in bed for hours pondering all of the things we ponder. None of it seems to get any clearer. Not with age or experience. It doesn’t clear up with sobriety. I can’t say that meditation does the trick. It certainly all does something, but it hasn’t…
The Artist D

Coyote Wanderlust

It’s 9 pm and no one has Liked my recent photo for the last hour. I’ve been checking. I’m reading a book about coyotes and I keep checking my phone between each chapter. I didn’t know the book was about coyotes until I bought it. Now I read…
The Artist D with Charlotte Bukowski

Ringing it In

How many times have we found ourselves here? Balls dropping. Champagne pouring. Movies. Shrimp selections. Those small cheap sausages vacuumed in plastic. Almost every year. It wasn’t all that long ago, only 18 or so years ago, I was clinking glasses with the television screen while watching Dick…