Writers Harbor

Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • She, the love of my life

    She, the love of my life “Honey…! “, I shouted through to kitchen. From where I could hear coming the reassuring clatter of pots and pans. “I’ve got a reviewer here who reckons I’m self absorbed! What do you reckon to that, eh? “ She came through, dish cloth in hand, and stood by my…

  • Dear Grandma Rena

    Random conscious emotions and memories of my grandma and all she meant/means to me. January 20, 2008 Dear Grandma Rena, I almost don’t know how to begin – I am feeling so much for you and not a day goes by that I don’t think of you at least once. I have always loved you…

  • Beating on the glass wall

    Beating on the glass wall I found myself beating crazily almost hysterically on the glass wall invisible but invincible that our society from birth surrounds us with. We are men our role models abound: John Wayne Clint Eastwood Donald Trump Ken Lay and all the other shining examples of virtuous chivalry stiff upper lip brawn…

  • MOON DREAMS

    I have been always fascinated by Moon and discovery of this unique sphere kept me for years in suspension what truly is on the Moon? Is there any Life? Are there any possibilities for the future that we can think of relocating I have been meditating on the question reading books about it written by…

  • LAND OF THE NILE

  • The Red Room (Sheer Terror)

    The Red Room (Sheer Terror) with a simple shot, all rang sheer terror; and no one knew just what to believe… nor do, but still, the sick red painted all of the rooms’ many corners; and nothing would change this choice or mistake made 1-12-08

  • Kindred Song (Singing Out)

    Kindred Song (Singing Out) how might I grow beyond this sad shell; I hope to someday gain something better, by way of singing out my timid heart… then seeing features smile towards the sound of a pleasing vocal; as it flows through the night-life-gathered… so hungry they are for a kindred song 1-12-08

  • Cool Drowning

    Cool Drowning drinking deeply of the cool drowning; and so what if it hurts, sometimes… because in the end you’d done it all for that forever swimming 1-12-08

  • Walking Through Walls

    Walking Through Walls left behind, to now dwell in this sad and lonely state… who was it that took your youth and life away; giving you nothing, but years of loss to look forward to… everyone’s grown and gone; but those who remain fear your very being 12-13-07

  • Tasting The Moments

    Tasting The Moments taste this moment; licking the lips, and sinking deep into total blissfulness… because now is truly all we’ve got; and tomorrow, all will in turn begin to rot; so what in the end will we have ever kissed 1-18-08

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