Am I the luckiest man on Vermont Avenue today? Technically unemployed… technically poor… technically homeless… but picking up pennies left and right, coins that keep my pride at a lethally high level, no urgency to be fed by the government, no fear of running completely dry… yep – just how lucky am I? ~ ~ […]Read more "– picking up pennies –"
In a genuine world of Victor Newmans, Stefano DiMeras, and even Helena Cassadines, my soul burns to be a Tad Martin. Now, at the tender age of 29, I am certain that I’ll never reach the level of a Bo Buchanan or Holden Snyder, honorable and heroic family men, saving the day at the end […]Read more "– character –"
I avoid most of you like I avoid most phone calls from my father. Tiptoeing, treading lightly, feeling the fire too close to my feet, even as I walk through Greenland in designer snowshoes- what will it take to caress you all with the flesh of my voice, hearty and overflowing with audacity? What will […]Read more "– no stranger and every stranger, still –"
I feel the keys under my fingertips; the keys in return feel the weight of my Sunday night unrest, knowing a miracle is on the way, yet absorbing still the fingers’ frailty, caused by the trickery of uncertainty. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– typing in the dark –"
Stir in me Anniebelle. Light the dynamite under my hairy, black ass. Fuss about my questionable life decisions. Grant me wisdom from a queen like you would for your daughters. Be every bit of the family matriarch I need… even from the other side of the tombstone. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– a grandmother’s love –"
The skin, the teeth, the limbs, the feet, the silence, the retreat, the patterns, the remedy, the pride, the sexuality, the wishy-washy masculinity, the lust, the dreams, the tug-of-war with energy… the journey to loving me – where is the tunnel’s end? ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– ongoing –"
All I can think of within the confinement of these wide open spaces: seclusion. survival. beauty. curiosity. wonder. accomplishment. Sunday, a sunny day, a sun ray for me and only me, from the Valley through to Beverly, a surefire remedy. Where are these pure thoughts when needed the rest of the week? ~ ~ […]Read more "– canyon –"