Out here in the desert sun making my way down the line and at times feeling as if every step could be a final one. And it feels like I can’t seem to stop the pain that is sitting there in those smoking mirrors of memory, which cries out in my mind. Still I am walking tall and standing up when called out, feeling as if I were a part of a new breed being ferocious and wild. Walking through this desert heat where warm winds...

It is just a possibility. Our local community theatre is considering offering A Chorus Line in the next season of shows. Just a simple consideration. Everyone understands that we would need a lot of committed and talented dancers to pull this off. No one can be sure our local community can provide at least twenty-six people for such a production. It will especially be difficult to find fourteen men to fill the company alo...

If there is no end, then there can be no beginning. And beginnings are very delicate things, with a lot seeming as if they are playing charades, and making life to be either their joke or pantomime and totally unknown of what can be seen. We all have one life and need to be living it, and not hiding away or looking back at that past that is not so far behind as we think it is. Sometimes feeling a touch trying to lead me a...

Nights Awake - Adrian Gabardo "Grab your lunch!" You order me every morning."It's raining... Take your umbrella!" You say, every... DAMN... time."I just want the best for you." You mumble on."Study harder than everyone else." You say, as if I want to be the best. You left the me your son of a bitch. You actually left me with said bitch.Don't you think I would remember? Maybe you really thought I wouldn't,maybe you would b...

Finding myself waking at the break of day to a coffee scented morning here in Paris, and propping myself up on an elbow under that red comforter as I look around and breathe in that rich coffee smell. And thinking of what was seen in the dreaming as I attempt to shake off the dark colours of the previous night’s dreams, as I stare at the dust mote filled patches of the sun’s dark light as it illuminates the books lying th...

Nostalgia - Adrian Gabardo Today I remembered, that old place I used to sleep in, those four white walls within I used to reside, much alike the ones where my eyes shall close tonight. I remembered, the feeling of misplacement I used to feel, the melancholy that runned through my veins, rotting me inside. Why do I remember? Why have I forgotten the summer? Is it because winter's nearing? I feel the cold slowly freezing my...

Finding myself walking alongside the river at the tail end of that winter of discontent, as I find myself taking that path beside it, as I follow each serpentine curve and going to where it leads, and not minding the fine mist from those heavy gun metal grey skies overhead. And still being able to still feel a touch of the winter and it’s chill that’s still in the air, and having the feeling of being watched, and observed...

Looking back is a bad habit, and the time has come for me to ride hard and fast, as I ask shall we dance? As I saddle up, and begin to ride through time and memories of the disagreeable past, in this Vale of tears, we all call life. As I pull away from nearly forgotten times, and faces that fade and dim in the fires of the mind. And find the only tears being shed now, are those of ... fear. The fear of losing you, along w...

Waking in the night and half asleep, I hear a voice wondering if from my mind, or is it from someone I have failed in some way or left behind in my life as I make my way through it? Having tasted both victory and also defeat and the latter outweighs the former it seems always. Seeming to find myself defending both myself and my soul from those who accuse me of things not done, and has me wondering at times what has become...

Sitting here in a leather chair in that great hall here those chandeliers of Venetian glass once burned illuminating all, and now it seems as though I am surrounded by a galaxy of candles. Set in the center of the hardwood floor as their light is reflected off those corroded mirrors, that are around the walls and were once flawless and cast back both light and reflection here in the great hall.Now in the candle light all...

Standing here looking out at the frozen approaches to the islands in the channel nearby and it seems that most of my days lately have blended into a single theme. Just like that single road I have followed as the days turn into night. With there being times I have been standing quietly watching all passing me by, as the days just seem to be flowing by. Seeing the dawn’s dark light and having it feel as though it is too br...

I have heard it said by them more than once: About the Devil being in the details and finding out first hand exactly what they mean. Going through strange days as strange times have come forth to hold sway over things, as I make my way and at times feel like I’m walking through a wasteland like a ghost in the machine, with there being times I have woken from nightmares with reality being worse than the dreams.It’s a fine...

Victory never seemed to be mine to have, and it always seemed to belong, and come to other men. It felt at times that my feats always had no history recording pen, and never happened. My years were spent like fool’s gold, feeling like they were my last. I also broke my back on the bottom’s rack with nothing left to boast, and instead wasted my years. Being much like on a ship I sailed lost out in the fog, a far distance f...

Today is June 9th, 2015. I've gone in for my first three month checkup with my cancer surgeon. His specialty is urology, and he's also a surgeon, having worked at the Mayo Clinic. I trust he's good at what he does. Over three years ago my family doctor found an elevated PSA level that concerned him. So he sent me to a urologist. That doctor performed a biopsy of my prostate gland and found things were not as they should b...

Down the middle are white birds flying against the hard, black sea. They fly past me, almost through me, and thin sun beams follow quickly past. The end of the sky is met with gray ashes that run down the seams keeping the whole scene together. A rumble under my feet reminds me of the continents shaking and growling as they moved into place. Rubber against the deep, asphalt sky rolls and pushes off the wings of the white...