Posts by Michael A. Miller
The seasons changed. Summer, 2014, died, as summer’s often do,
The seasons changed. Summer, 2014, died, as summer’s often do, on Karin Temples birthday. That day, I watched a leaf tumble on the street, as I rod...
The seasons changed. Summer, 2014, died, as summer’s often do, on Karin Temples birthday. That day, I watched a leaf tumble on the street, as I rod...
A friend of mine said of my recent behavior that it was juvenile.
A friend of mine said of my recent behavior that it was juvenile. I was amused; “of course,” I thought; wasn’t that the point? Doesn’t anyone ...
A friend of mine said of my recent behavior that it was juvenile. I was amused; “of course,” I thought; wasn’t that the point? Doesn’t anyone ...
It is a resplendent morning- oh the bright promise of a warm sunny
It is a resplendent morning- oh the bright promise of a warm sunny morning! Yesterday, was the day of actually accepting the end of my relationship ...
It is a resplendent morning- oh the bright promise of a warm sunny morning! Yesterday, was the day of actually accepting the end of my relationship ...
It’s amazing how the little things we see and largely ignore
It’s amazing how the little things we see and largely ignore everyday, can in a rarer mood suddenly strike us and captivate our attention. I watched...
It’s amazing how the little things we see and largely ignore everyday, can in a rarer mood suddenly strike us and captivate our attention. I watched...
Somewhere in Beaverton Oregon Newt and I took a walk, in what was
Somewhere in Beaverton Oregon Newt and I took a walk, in what was once a farming area, now consumed by clumsy urban sprawl. Such a horrid juxtapositio...
Somewhere in Beaverton Oregon Newt and I took a walk, in what was once a farming area, now consumed by clumsy urban sprawl. Such a horrid juxtapositio...
How am I? It’ not a question I get. “I” as a singular being
How am I? It’ not a question I get. “I” as a singular being am tied to the tides of humanity; to all their joys and all their sorrows, am I not?...
How am I? It’ not a question I get. “I” as a singular being am tied to the tides of humanity; to all their joys and all their sorrows, am I not?...
part 12 of ongoing post
I don’t know if I’m drifting ever
part 12 of ongoing post I don’t know if I’m drifting ever father from the final and inevitable conclusion of this post - a thought, a possibil...
part 12 of ongoing post I don’t know if I’m drifting ever father from the final and inevitable conclusion of this post - a thought, a possibil...