This is an EXTREMELY IMPORTANT century in civilization. We are at a fork in the road, and it could either go one way into a pleasant balance of science and nature, or a dark road without hope.
"Wonder What Will Happen" Woman: Able to leap to the worse case scenario in a single bound! If only living with anxiety was this cool.
Our hands press upon cold glass the difference in years all too clear his, tiny- still growing, still learning, many years of exploring still to come. Mine, bigger, already worn tired, from years of work...
A tribute to my Dad, fellow Hubber and my superhero, Wayne Barrett
When the sun goes down and stars began to sparkle, I practice my own religion, I sit, amazed at all that is remarkable belittled in my Earthly indecisions. Instead of bowing my head to pray, I raise my...
Each new day my feet hit the floor, each weary hour I'm reminding myself just what I'm doing all of this for. Fighting fatigue and mental fog that notorious heart killing stress problems hang in my mind like...
A little perspective; a poem written by a geek with a lot of love for space and a lot of time to think.
An attempt at capturing some memories in the making
An apology to my children, and those others who will inherit a dismal future that we are creating for them now.
This poem is about the only grandfather I have ever bonded with, John V. Dumbrocyo, a WWII veteran and true hero...
A poem describing that moment that parent's have when they wish their children would stop growing so quickly, when they wish they could freeze time and hold onto them while they are small...
A poem written from the viewpoint of a human trafficking victim, something that is a major problem in the world, but seems to be still heavily supported enough to continue...
A poem about innocence and the beauty of a child with a clean slate, free to see the world through clean, sharp lenses and void of negative impressions.
A poem about the ponderings I have throughout the day, and my woes with the world in it's current situation.
This is a poem in honor of books and reading, a pastime that will never die, a neccessity to some, and a love to many.
Yoga is an ancient practice that has the ability to transform your life, improve your strength, and stability, and with practice, can aid in treatment of many physical or mental illnesses.
The backbone of America are those doing the manual labor, those in the "invisible workforce". This article is a complaint from US, asking for recognition and simply to be treated like humans.
A poem about contemplating the universe, existance, and myself as I gaze at the night sky, one of my favorite things to do. We should all do a little stargazing, just to remember how small we are.
A poem about the silent power of a winter's storm
This is a lighthearted look at the awkwardness facing Generation Y, as we struggle to hold on to a simple, easy past while trying to embrace this new technological world. We saw the emergence of all of this new stuff...
In this Hub I present some photographs documenting human's impact on nature, revealing the dumping ground that is the woods behind my house. In a state where nature is coveted, it makes me sad that I can't enjoy this...
This is a short poem about battling depression and anxiety throughout my life, and becoming aware of my importance and responsibilites after giving birth to my son.
This is a look into my past, at my childhood growing up in a poor part of a not so exotic California city, in contrast to that of what my son's childhood will be growing up here in Maine.
You never expect to love something With so much of your core To feel like you never knew the meaning Of having something to live for. You never expect, To fall so deeply, so quickly, For a pair of tiny...
One time, on a beach, in the sunny south, A friend’s birthday party was getting rained out. We sought refuge under the gazebo’s shade, While the palm trees began to wave. Here came a homeless...
Like the tiny black fly on the big wide leaf I sit on the edge of my universe And contemplate everything. I feel the wind, I feel it- The tender brush of its rustling, unseen fingers, Fingers that can be...
I sit, under stars that will never know my name Nor will they ever care I am surrounded by life that will never Remember my face As I become lost in this great race. Overwhelmed by possibilities. ...