I lost myself during my marriage. That ended in 2021 and I am now married for the 2nd time. I am a writer and photographer and want to get my work out there. Join me in my journey; Writing/Photography/Life

This is not a post-scarcity piece In 2016, I was teaching IT at Nova Scotia Community College. That was the year AlphaGo came out. Most people didn’t know much about this until the rather breathless headlines started to hit, and even then, it didn’t mean a lot to them. So, another game, kind of like chess, but asian, was now being dominated by computers. Kind of interesting, maybe, but not something to give much thought.

She talked me into renting a Tesla for the trip. She didn’t like the Passat, and it totally wasn’t because she had borrowed it, and then rear-ended someone, causing a huge amount of damage to the car. Nope, she just didn’t like the formerly high-end luxury car. It was okay, though, because we were driving to Montreal, and it was too long a drive for the car with the front end in that state. After all, we were starting from Halifax.

First: if you know me well, especially if you are family, this is going to get a little more personal than you might appreciate — maybe give it a skip. Warning out of the way, on to the piece.

“Pieces of Isaiah” portrays a poet caught between brilliance and hesitation, perfection and chaos. He navigates two books, memory and mirror, while ADHD and procrastination tug at his focus. Music, cooking, and return to the page become survival rituals. He absorbs others’ emotions, loves deeply, and struggles to love himself. Therapy offers fragile balance, yet pain simmers beneath raw, unfinished poetry. Detroit represents possibility and voice, while ordinary details ground him. The poem reveals a creator in motion—unfinished, resilient, searching for wholeness within fragments. Each line becomes evidence that identity is built slowly, painfully, and beautifully over time alone within.

Design Biology Audit of Abiogenesis: When Lab Chemistry Isn’t the Same as Early Earth Hello everyone, Dr. Mason here. I will be reviewing a video I watched called "How did life begin? Abiogenesis. The origin of life from nonliving matter by Arvin Ash. What the video is aiming to show I hear one significant assertion in this video. Chemistry can make the parts, but life might start without magic. Then, over time and with a lot of testing, those sections can move toward the first living system. The video also conveys something that matters. Evolution is not the same as abiogenesis. Abiogenesis is about the beginning of life. Evolution is about how things change after life has already started. That difference is correct and valuable.

I am twenty years old and just now discovering the wonders of feeling your emotions. There is quite a big difference between feeling them and thinking about them as far as I've come to find out.

On the hard days, I don’t chase perfection, I chase return. A single mindful breath can be a quiet vow: “I’m still here.” This poem is for anyone rebuilding gently, learning that release is not weakness, and that progress can be as small as exhaling, unclenching, and choosing yourself one honest moment at a time.

Today’s medicine is simple but powerful: name what you’re carrying, then exhale like you’re unlocking a door. You don’t need a perfect plan—just one true step your nervous system can handle. Progress isn’t performance. It’s presence returning without punishment, and choosing the smallest aligned action anyway.

This piece was penned in the Spring of 2020. Titled "Fear & Loathing in Corona-ville: An Essay On Finding Sanity," it takes an honest approach & truthful account of the fear-mongering we All underwent, & most aptly, how best to remedy it.

A person's opinion perspective and somewhat of a metaphoric vantage point can all be attributed to a person's own experiences knowledge lifestyle and a somewhat calculated opinion forming scenario or a wide variety of scenarios through the years I have noticed that actively becoming involved in other people's situations life problems happiness celebrations whatever it might be always turns out to have extra pieces of association involved with it let's say that a person gets invited to a get together and they attend the gathering and there may be other people there that the person does not know as they meet new people and either they are going to blend well or they are not and sometimes what happens is that people want to be extra

This poem/sonnet is about the love and importance of roses, and how they're known as the ultimate symbolic motifs in famous fairy tales that we have heard, read and seen in various forms.

I created Shablessed Outlet because I needed a place to tell the truth — the kind of truth we usually whisper to ourselves in quiet moments. This space is born from my own seasons of breaking, healing, and learning how to trust the person I’m becoming. If you’ve ever felt the pull to slow down, to breathe deeper, or to finally listen to the parts of you that have been waiting to be heard, you’ll feel at home here. This is where I’m choosing to show up with honesty and intention, and I’m inviting you to do the same.

When Hope Mikaelson killed Landon Kirby to unlock her full Tribrid power, she silenced her humanity and buried her grief. But the dead don't always stay dead. Weeks later, the Super Squad makes a shocking discovery-Landon is alive, scarred but breathing, carrying memories of both his death and Hope's betrayal. With her humanity still off, Hope is colder and more dangerous than ever, and the people who once called her family are forced to confront her head-on. But nothing is simple. Landon's return raises questions no one can answer: Why did he survive when no one else ever has? What ties still bind him to Hope, even after death? And how long can the squad hold together when the person they're trying to save is also the person who might destroy them? Love, loyalty, and power collide as Hope faces the one thing she's been running from-herself.

This short story is one of my most unique works. This is a backstory for supporting characters of my online Wattpad novel, The Mystical Dreamcatcher. The story is about the Moirai sisters aka the Goddesses of Fates from Greek Mythology, and how they're living in the post - mdoern era in Brooklyn, NYC. We have all seen different versions of the Goddesses of Fates in various Greek stories, and also movies and series such as Disney's Hercules animated film and DC's the Sandman series on Netflix, Blood of Zeus animated series (also by Netflix), and they were often represented as evil characters. However, in this story, they almost have that kind of element, but they're actually on the good side. When you read this story, you'll find out for yourself, give it a try.

More Footage From the Minnesota Front This just happened today. Not much is known yet, but two videos have come out. The first one is clear. ICE agents hold a man down on the ground and shoot him five times. The second piece of footage is more damning. The agents were spraying something into the face of a woman who was on her knees. The man, who was an observer, got between the agents and the woman. They tackled him to the ground. In slow motion, you can see that the ICE agents remove the man’s legal firearm from his belt. The weapon was never drawn.

It has been a long 10 months. Here is a recap of some of the highs and lows, along with a few comments about the way things are going.

This short piece reflects on one's struggle to balance belief of want and need, and his inescapable lack of allowing his own capabilities. Possible TW

This poem is about my love and faith for Hindu Goddess Kali, who destroys all evil and vanquishes anyone, who causes harm upon others. This poem is dedicated tribute to the Goddess, who destroyed a most powerful evil demon Raktabheej, saving the world from plunging into a darkness filled with bloodlust and malice.

Join us as we read, reflect on and discuss Learning to Walk in the Dark by Barbara Brown Taylor during Lent 2026.