The idea here is that I will post bits of personal literature and subject them to the harsh criticisms of the online community. That being said, I welcome any, preferably constructive, criticisms. After all, the finest wines are all made from stepped on grapes. So be cruel if need be; these are all living documents which I hope to make better with age. Wednesday, August 29, 2012. I rode up to your window. Then outside two stories down from you. Me down by the water.

A fear of The Fear. Unknown to me that I could be. Free of worries that have crowded me. I sat there praying for my safety. As the wind scraped my face and my body. While sitting on a machinery. That was said to be of no safety. In shocking view of my reality. I realized that Fear was just my imagery. It had no way of knowing my ability. And therefore I broke my dependency. Freedom replaced the Fear in me. The Motorbike Freed the whole of me.

A poem-a-day for National Poetry Month. A little love magic from Leonard Cohen today, as a way to say thank you for all the amazing poems this month. All the best, Shanna. I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,. Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,. Your eyes are soft with sorrow,.

I will be using this diary to document my journey. Saturday, November 21, 2009. Today I made a pact. Is it possible to make a pact with yourself? Friday, November 20, 2009. This is how I see it.