I wait. I see it coming before it happens I always do The words haven’t taken shape They don’t know these words yet. They haven’t felt them. Haven’t formed them within their minds. I see the changes swimming behind their eyes, as they watch and judge. The changes in their voice The patience. The hope. … Continue reading
Author Archives: writeed
Two Hands and One Head
It’s been over eighteen weeks of school. I quit my job to study programming and web development full-time. Yes, at one of those code bootcamps. We don’t call it a bootcamp, and the teachers certainly don’t. I left my easy nonprofit job (where I was paid) to do the most intellectually challenging thing I could … Continue reading
So Very Real
Seven weeks ago, I began a new chapter in my life. The struggle, so real for so very long, was finally over. I felt like I made it. Like I could coast to an eventual finish line just by showing up. Like all my dreams were part of some larger cosmic plan. To put it … Continue reading
Unsolicited Advice #69
Sometimes I can’t sleep at night, and wish I didn’t have to. If I could have all twenty four hours of my day, I would be a happy man. So many things to do. So much to learn. So many new shows on Netflix (Peaky Blinders Season 2 FTW). But it’s a process and something … Continue reading
Unsolicited Advice #225
After hearing me bitch about the current struggle. “Enjoy the stage of life you’re in right now. Money affords comfort and fun, but truth and beauty is in your passion. Blessed be the goat for he eats whatever grass he treadeth” -The Desert Oracle Yep. Albuquerque does strange things to a man. Continue reading
On The Drive Back
The road stretched out, silent and endless. We drove without a word. Your car is back at your place, so I drove. Let me pick you up, I said. No sense having two cars there. It’s just dinner, then we meet up with friends for drinks. Our friends. Because we liked to share these things. … Continue reading
Better Than Fiction
I gazed over different event flyers and posters, ignoring the words. Searching for the meaning between the scribbles of black and red on white and beige. Please RSVP. Limited Spaces. All this meant one thing. These bastards really wanted us there. They wanted us to come to their events, to smile and say what our … Continue reading
Sunday Funday
Guess what I did this weekend? Sundays are usually spent sipping on multiple cups of coffee and catching up on fake news with Jon Stewart. This Sunday was different. I found myself along 16th Street Mall, people watching and drinking a lot of coffee. Denver needs to step up and allow for public drinking. Highlight … Continue reading
Craft Brewers in Dublin
My sisters wonder why I travel to faraway lands, then duck into the same public drunken houses as the ones I frequent in Colorado. They wonder why the Book of Kells in Trinity College didn’t interest me a lick! This was how the conversation went as we stood behind the geriatric line of oversize cameras … Continue reading
Don’t Make Friends With Salad!
I’ve learned something from those Germans. Lots of meat. Lots of beer. And ignore those vegetables! Continue reading
Balderdash! 