The Japanese have two very beautiful philosophies that have intrigued me lately. Not the kind of ‘intrigued’ one becomes because of knowing something to be weird or absurd, but more because it isn’t.
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My Dear Child
At the time of writing this, I am not a Dad. But I really want to be one. When I do become a Dad, these are my promises to my child.
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Fact: Business Writing Sucks
…and how to change the suck and be heard. Riddle: What takes up space and makes no sense, is boring yet important, makes readers see red instead of being read, and nothing valuable is ever said? Answer: Business Writing!
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The Death of Content Marketing
A Eulogy for Content Marketing with content that will make you ‘content’ I never thought that I would ever be happy at a funeral, but our Dear Ol’ Friend Content Marketing has passed away, and it is for the best. May he rest in peace. Although, knowing him, ‘R.I.P’ probably means “Return If Possible” (#hashtag).
How to start, stay and be awesome in business Floating above the world, looking down to an earth that is slowly getting smaller with every second that passes. As you rise higher you see the world with greater clarity, the bigger perspective emerges and you see everything as it is… and as it should be. […]
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On Being A Husband
These are my promises to my future wife. (I am not married as of writing this).
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Poem: A Love Letter to Death
Death, My Dearest Friend How wonderful it is to meet you again, Your silent embrace calms the world and sets forth new adventures for my soul.
If they dusted your heart for fingerprints, would they find mine? Would they find my DNA upon your lips left behind from our last goodbye kiss? Would historians ever be able to find evidence that I loved you? That you Loved Me? That you. owned. me…
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Poem: At The Speed of Light
If I could, I would fathom myself into a constellation I would lay my body between the heavens and the earth just so that if you ever looked above you and said a prayer to God I would make sure he hears you.
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Poem: My Pain
I am a hooker for pain pimped out to calamity because tragedy seems to be the only commodity that’s suitable for my trade. I strip tease insanity and lap dance to sadness I pole dance for an audience of fear and anxiety I give an erection to suicidal thoughts because life is hard. But through […]