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Intro

I’m Miles and this is the beginning of my personal journey blogging, writing poetry and creating mixed media, and also my struggle with being diagnosed with chordoma, a rare form of spinal cancer.

I hope you’ll join me as I share my journey with you all.

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Posted in Opinion

Adulting? Childing Is More Like It!

Something has me slightly mift… Okay, I’m a bit more than mift, I’m irked! A great man died this past week. A man who not only inspired me but millions, perhaps even billions of people not only in the United States but around the Globe. His name? Stan Lee: the creator of Marvel Comics.  

Stan Lee is known for writing The Amazing Spider Man, Uncanny X-Men, The Incredible Hulk, & Silver Surfer.  These works lead to an animated cartoon series of the X-Men during the 90s, several video games, television series, & movies. 

For the most part I tend to stick to writing poetry that eventually become mixed media art creations on Instagram. I also typically avoid politics.

So what or should I say who has me so distraught readers? I’m glad you asked!  Comedian &  HBO talk show host, Bill Maher. I conveniently added the link to his blog so that you read it for yourself.  

I was upset & sad to hear of Stan Lee’s death, not emotionally torn by any means mind you, but when I learned of Bill Maher’s commentary I was pissed. 

It’s not entirely surprising or shocking how incensitive Bill can be if you’ve ever watched his show.  Personally I would find it quite comedic if HBO found a “new rule” for a contract review, resulting in the cancelation his show. 

Rest in peace Stan Lee. Thank you for creating art & some amazing characters that overcome precarious situations.  Heaven is a little bit brighter with you in it.

Posted in Poetry, Writing

blooms of the creation

a seed is sown
below fertile soil
in darkness kept
dampness boils

an outer shell
slowly softens
the seed takes hold

roots grabbing earth
foundations firm
stems forcefully seek
air and light

from tiny buds
leaves sprout forth
dancing on wind

flowers bloom with mirth
singing songs to bees
wilting soon
leaving only seed

Posted in Writing

Albums Worth Owning

The first CD I remember purchasing was Fumbling Toward Ecstacy by Sarah McLachlan.  I later bought albums by Concrete Blonde, Celine Dion, & Madonna.  I’ll never forget the first concert I attended.  I was in high school & local radio station was giving away tickets to the 10th caller for Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill tour.   It truly was amazing!  The opening band was K’s Choice and they rocked!  Over the years I have spent a small fortune on concerts, raves, cd’s, & digital downloads.  Listed below are a few of my favorite albums in no particular.

Sade Diamond Life cover album
Diamond Life by Sade
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Black Cherry by Goldfrapp
Deeelite's album cover for Sampledelic relics and Dancefloor Oddities
Sampledelic Relics and Dancefloor Oddities by Deee-lite
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All The Best The Hits by Tina Turner
Ceremonials cover by Florence and the machine
Ceremonials by Florence + the Machine
Posted in Fiction

Apollo rising on the Coast

A soft breeze filled with the smell of salt blew in from the sea.  Shades of deep blue and teal extended from a sandy shore extending for miles, only broken by mountainous islands reaching out of Aegean waters.  Dorin laid in the sand, his head resting on a shirt he’d fashioned into a pillow the night before.  He opened his eyes, rousing from sleep and sat up in a wide cave.  Wood still smoldered about 4 feet away in the middle of a shallow cave he’d where he’d camped.  Groggy, he stood, brushing off sand that had clung to his clothes and hair.  He made his way out toward the mouth of the cave. There was a small village two or three miles up the north shore he’d visited a three weeks ago.  Late one night he was  having drinks and dancing, that’s when he met her, Cynthia.  Fair skinned, red hair, and striking green eyes.  She was quite lovely.  Visiting Europe for a month long vacation.  Dorin felt a gaping pit in his stomach.  Three days ago he and Cynthia ran into Timur, a former associate of his.  The two men exchanged parse words and a fight ensued.  Dorin walked away with a black eye and sent Timur on his way, or so he thought.  Around 2am the door crashed in and there stood Timur holding a gun.  He’d also brought some muscle with him as well.  The two men spoke to each other in Russian, then his henchman swung his fist, hitting Dorin in the side of the face, knocking him out. When Dorin awoke, Cynthia was gone and a note was left on a nightstand beside the bed.  Timur had taken her and would contact him later with further instructions.

Posted in Fiction

Amorous Attracíon

Nothing had been working towards Ophelia’s favor since the end of last year.  In fact everything you could possibly imagine going wrong has.  Her mother disappeared, going M.I.A while traveling in Europe just after Halloween.  She last spoke with her on the phone on November 4th.  She’d met a man from Romania.  His name was Dorin.  He was handsome, dark hair, a chiseled jaw, and appeared to be close in age her mother.  She sent an email with a picture attached of the two of them on the beach in the south of France.  Her mother had an aire of giddiness and excitement in her voice that made her sound as though she were a teenager.  It was the first time in two years since her father had passed away that she sounded happy.  She was due to fly back November 21st but the hotel in London said she never checked in.  No phone calls.  Emails.  Nothing.  She contacted the U.S. Embassy and the London Police Department.  It was to early to file a missing person however the calls were enough, documenting her disappearance for the time being.  Olivia told herself she had done all she could do and prayed her Cynthia would resurface before further investigation was required.