Polaris Calling

  Dark mornings come. Such a funny way to hope. Coffee ground and you’re down on the upside again. Shiver as the air gets colder. That warm bed calls you, but it’s a lonely kind of solo. Stare out the window that reveals nothing, but darkness and Polaris calling. A few more minutes and it’s … Continue reading Polaris Calling

Patreon Page

https://patreon.com/user?u=35368058 I have decided to put up a Patreon page, so that people can support the blog, the podcast, and other creative endeavors I have kicking around in my head. If you feel like supporting, you can do so through the link above. Subscribers will receive access to exclusive content, and access to video content … Continue reading Patreon Page

The Grey Range Podcast – Ep. 2 w/Mike Rak

https://youtu.be/K-dfikVfBcw?si=j3tDPSrMCnt80jKV Well, shit. Looks like I never did share Episode 1 of The Grey Range Podcast, with Mike Rak. Mike is a martial arts instructor, and firearms instructor, a good friend, and a lifelong student of all things savage and wonderful. Lucas Orich joins me as co-host on this interview, as his relationship with Mike … Continue reading The Grey Range Podcast – Ep. 2 w/Mike Rak

Summer’s Gone

  Ask me if it’s enough. I’ll tell you it never was. Summer’s gone and we’re still going strong, at least it seems that way to us. Deep down, we both know we’ve missed the stars at night, and all those sins we take in will never be satisfied. Another July burned, and August turned … Continue reading Summer’s Gone


  Curious. Never fell into uniform. Row house tan, ubiquitous. Clever one undone. Caught up in the rise and fall. As long as night comes our lives are all tidal. Try as I might, burn bright, but always lose my lighter. Stone streets, forlorn in the pre-winter atmosphere. Is being different more important than just … Continue reading Tidal

Where it Lives

  It isn’t what you think. Dismiss it, oh, so easily. Either a daisy, or a rattlesnake. Neither one contemplated. The flower exists in the field, and the eye notes its color. The serpent lives out in the same place, its colors keep it concealed, and you disregard its existence, until you hear it, out … Continue reading Where it Lives

Brown Water Town

  I can’t do this numb. Day to day, feeling stupid, dumb. Fade away on every single one. Don’t want this anymore. Yeah, I’ve seen some. Sweat it out. The cold up north don’t touch the heat down south. Brown water town. No one forced the words in my mouth, but I drink them down. … Continue reading Brown Water Town

Mental Health Monday – 09.04.23

#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness It's become more and more apparent to me that isolation and segregation are detrimental to my health. When I silo in on my own for too long, I end up lazy, depressed, terminally online, irritable, and boring. It used to be that I could spend days in isolation with only a good book, but … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 09.04.23

The Liar and The Knife

   To tell the truth and wound myself and everything around me, or sow a garden of bullshit flowers and smile. Fingers rest upon the keyboard, tongue ready to push out victory, or heresy. A riddle of the world might ask, “If all our ties that bind are more truth that lies?” Falsehoods interbreed with … Continue reading The Liar and The Knife

Ignorance Day

  Fury of the unacknowledged screams across morning’s final umbrage. Dissident dawns. Long derided requiems seeking appointment. Ignorance akin to slander. What must it take to wrench eyes skyward? To taste of the burning fascination that is the incumbent star. Rage as the day is mocked. Heads turned face down into a false light. Solaris … Continue reading Ignorance Day

Black Pill

  Eyes open, split like my mind’s broken. Spilling out all that I am, like a ripe melon in the hot summer sun. Body doesn’t listen. Just complains, like a vain teenager, but with twice the problems, and half the virility on a good day. Lungs strain to breathe, the air that sits so thick … Continue reading Black Pill

The Old Flag

  Torn and rent, the old flag still flies atop the buildings, behind gates of wrought iron. No simple symbol, once woven by hand, but now spun of strong polyesters, so that its colors do not dim, and it might not rot. Though it bares the marks where it’s been burned, dirty, where it’s been … Continue reading The Old Flag

Big Exhale

   Big exhale. Drop the shoulders and take that weight off for a little while. Noise in your head gives way to the sound of the kettle boiling and the birds in the tree outside. When was the last time you truly disconnected? From you? From them? From this? From everything? Been too long, just … Continue reading Big Exhale

Sports and Weather

  Stop the psyops. Call the cops. No. We’ll deal with it in our own house, our own streets, where good and evil meet. Try that in a small town, try eating the concrete. No sleep. Urban or rural, the divide’s alive. No more “boy”, or “girl”, just a strange malaise blazed like a new … Continue reading Sports and Weather

Wreckage and Flames

  It’s late and I’m overdrawn. Too drunk to think about withdrawals. Too early for me to call, but I look you up and stare at your picture. Makes me want to throw my phone away, but I can’t afford anymore mistakes. The straight and narrow arrows of misfortune have always been of my own … Continue reading Wreckage and Flames

Mental Health Monday – 08.28.23

#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Imagine never doubting yourself. Imagine always making the right decisions. Imagine having the knowledge, discipline, compassion, and strength, to learn, lead, and love, and lift up others. Imagine approaching every situation in life with both the quiet confidence of the adept and the wide-eyed wonder of a child. Imagine yourself in any situation, then … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 08.28.23

Questions for the World

  What words, What song, or melody might prove this life in pen? What long road, or far off distant horizon? What touch? What skin? What breath, might open up my eyes a little wider? What color? What shape? What flavor might incite the revelation coming? The search always remains. Some say there is a … Continue reading Questions for the World


  Don’t overcomplicate it. It is what you make it. So many mistake it for what they want, and break it. Imagine standing naked in the dark and cold, dead hands grasping at you from the unknown. Imagine being trapped in famine and destruction. All the pain and disarray of total aggression. Remember when you … Continue reading Overcomplicated