Another great Monday night IN event at Seabar. This one - hot-sauce competition.
I think they like spicy to get people drinking...
Category: Blog
The IN Crowd
Scenes from the Industry Night Chili Cook-off at the Seabar, in Downtown Buffalo
Local Scene
An evening out capturing the local music scene. This was a multi-band show at the Forvm in Amherst, NY. The band performing were Moment's End, Sic Sin, Defy the Past and Evolution Protocol.
Truth
For centuries humans have asked, “What is the meaning of life?”
The majority who have lived have totally missed that the most essential point of life is to make it meaningful.
Eternal Flame
Three Sundays of Hiking to the Eternal Flame....
Stone Ground
Lying on a bed of slate and stone
Spirit empty, for love unknown
Broken hearts mend slower than bone
Flesh stings from wounds not sewn
Body lacking both hearth and home
Something... Rome? Nome? Garden Gnome?
...and shit, now I've got nothing.
Sometimes my poems happen that way. I have such grandiose plans to make them something special, something emotionally challenging and stirring. Something that will take the reader's breath away. Then I lose my train of thought, and get lost in the words of others usually. It's different now than in the days when I would focus on music I can feel, the mind blanking white noise of jet engines and the body numbing release of drinking until I had my fill.
And here these words sit. Idle. Not moving. Not moving anything or anyone.
Maybe they should sit on their own. Maybe they need some accompaniment.
A photo? More verses? A quote that can give them balance?
If this was a piece of paper I would probably just spill some coffee on it for character...
Oh, and in case you missed it "Ground" in the title is a verb, past-tense. Not a noun.
Just clarifying.
Eternal Flame
Some images from today's hike at the Eternal Flame
Ironic
All I did was rinse the wine residue out of it, and this happened.
To whatever energy controlled this, trust me, the irony was not lost...
Snow Days
A quick visit to Colden Tubing Company for some fun in the snow
Immortality
"If a writer falls in love with you, you will never die."
This highway teems alive at night
With dusty clouds in streaking lights
To guide the moths all seeking life
With the never near and never far
When two hearts find their missing part
Making the picture perfectly clear
This was what they needed from the start
Time divides in subtle ways
The life of love doesn't age with days
And when all else has failed, love remains
Not sunsets near, nor sunsets far
They cannot change hearts or stars
From beating bright into the night
And seeking each other in streaking lights