I have a friend (Trey), who moved here less than 2 years ago. He’s a Shaolin-Do 2nd degree black belt … Continue reading The subtle science of cross training.
It might mean ragged worn out clothing combined with the movements of poetic refinement. Continue reading For the essence in art alone.
He smiled a crooked smile and glared at the weaker boy with venomous intent… Continue reading The end that almost happened.
As I sit here sipping a freshly brewed cup of green tea I feel drawn to something beyond myself. Granted … Continue reading Virtuous.
This blog is open all night… Continue reading Never too late for timing.
Most of the time when I open this laptop I am looking for something and in the process of my … Continue reading The imperfect pursuit of perfection.
I’ll leave debating to the internet trolls. Continue reading Coming Home