Author: Matthew Rodriguez

You know, one thing that happens when you stop looking at your tiny mass surveillance device all the time is that you watch the rain fall on the windshield again and listen to the drops and the thunder. Life becomes vivid again. You can sit in that ambience and plan your next move. You can… Continue reading Vivid Again

My epitaph will read: “That was a hot mess, inside a dumpster fire, inside a trainwreck” and I will laugh a hardy laugh wherever I may be after Carnal death. But for now, the road to recovery and the road to success are one in the same. Will there be success or less of a… Continue reading Epitaph

Wild, wild waters splashing by the cave. My dog quickly finds out there’s a difference between water and sea water. I haven’t eaten a thing, save for a couple of garlic, plantain chips. I engage in a sort of spiritual journey while fasting. A couple close by continue snapping pictures of each other. A swallow… Continue reading The Cave of the Swallows

1B2A3C for the whirlwind, for the pain. Reduced to a user, no matter, if it kills the pain. How, however, do you kill pain you are born with? A pain that can only be alleviated but not cured. Do you Tame? Do you tame yourself or succumb to madness? Follow and watch 1B2A3C for now…

I’d forgotten what having friends feels like. Bonding, and all that, making it through life together. How important friends in the Flesh. Friends around throughout life. Moments to share… realizing Rocky is dancing by the museum, posing, and imagining victory Envisioning success. A gap forward, from unfortunate to Fortunate. A mindset for success and giving… Continue reading Moments of Bonding

Have I found Reason or are these merely the musings of a mad man? These holes in the ground remind me of when you used to tell me that if I dug a tunnel in the side yard, that I could make it to China. Funny, old man, you really got me that time. That… Continue reading Reason?

Under Columbus´s boat, where the sea crashes against sharp volcanic rocks with thunderous roars, I look at the people below, and behind me the dark waves seem movie-like. Gray, tumultuous clouds linger overhead, and the wind is cool, and comfortable. Another short moment in my life soon to be gone forever; to be replaced by… Continue reading Until Then, I Am…

If all we are, are words in old journal entries, photographs in old dusty photo albums… If all we are, are memories that reside in our friends’ and family’s minds… If all we are, are people who try to make it, but nothing seems to go our way now or in the past or in… Continue reading If All We Are

It’s too late, death has its teeth sunk deep into me. I did not choose madness, but in true cliché fashion, it chose me — some unknown mountain dweller from a long-ago abandoned place no one cares about. Such is Nature, such is the way, the circumstances of certain individuals. Afflicted by unseen ailments. I,… Continue reading 13