Author Archives: German Jones

I was sitting in the dark when the lights went out. Rather, had the lights been on they would have gone off, but I didn’t notice because it was already dark. Electricity is a vivrant thing, but it lost its … Continue reading →

“The root intellectual problem with psychiatry is that there is no coherent infrastructure of knowledge about what humans do, how they do it and why they do it.” This is where it all began and where, for the most part, … Continue reading →

I’ve always felt that one needs the proper moniker to help out with contextualizing one’s experiences. So, as I move through the week, I would like to know what to call the day I’m about to have. Traditionally, midweek is … Continue reading →

Tony’s on the 1s and 2s!!!! Let’s get the crowd movin’ y’all! I’m up (upright, that is) but not necessarily awake. And yet, with some “Paid in Full” in my headphones, and some Dunkin’ Donuts in my hand, I’m still … Continue reading →

Of no interest to anyone, save myself, I am up and moving and on the way to actually getting things done. Set the trash out on the sidewalk for the trashmen this morning, shaved and showered, made it to work, … Continue reading →

With the moon on my shoulder, and you on my mind, I will lay down…

Sometimes it is easy to get sad before bedtime. The light fades and expectations of tomorrow begin to rise. It’s time to stack the chairs upon the tables, the night’s all that is left behind. And he can be a … Continue reading →

A Sunday afternoon nap, what could be better? More relaxing? Well, perhaps one in which you don’t dream both your boyfriend and your father are in the hospital dying of some unknown disease. But it isn’t just unpleasant for yourself, … Continue reading →

I recently had a long talk with a male friend about relationships. Specifically, our respective relationships with our boyfriends and how they follow the stereotypical “straight” model. You know, the gap between males and females and their polar opposite ways … Continue reading →

              What tensions pull me, tug me, cause me harm? It is the perceived drama of the heart and my emotional mind. Lately, I am plagued by a heavy loneliness. Luckily, there are costumes … Continue reading →