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Introducing A Curated Collection Of Amelia Desertsong’s Finest Poems
I’m thrilled to announce the release of “Take My Hand and Lead Me Through the Fire,” a carefully curated collection featuring over 120 of my wife’s most exceptional poems. My wife, Amelia Desertsong hopes to touch countless hearts with her evocative and poignant verse. Her poems delve into the depths of human emotions, exploring themes of love, loss, hope, and resilience. “Take My Hand” is a beautiful journey through the vast landscape of Amelia’s creative genius, showcasing her uncanny ability to bring words to life and evoke the most profound emotions in her readers. This stunning poetry collection promises to be a timeless treasure for both avid poetry enthusiasts and…
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Easternmost
“Easternmost“A photograph I took of my wife, Amelia Desertsong, in Eastport, Maine.April 5, 2023
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The Cult Of Social Media
I used to spend hours scrolling through my social media feed, which gave me a sense of excitement and belonging in ways I never had before. Being a part of various online communities was like finding a home away from home, a place where I could connect with people from all over the world and share my thoughts and experiences. At first, it was innocent enough. I joined social media to keep in touch with friends and family, to share pictures of my life, and to stay up-to-date on the latest news and trends. But as time went on, I found myself becoming more and more engrossed in this world.…
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Me At The Fairbanks Museum
Amelia took this picture of me at The Fairbanks Museum. I love the mischievous look on my face. Amelia posted about the museum on her blog, here.
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In A Sea Full Of Oysters, I Finally Found My Pearl
Today I went to visit my mom for the day, and returned to the house where I had spent the majority of my childhood. My mom took me to lunch at my friends restaurant. When we walked in, we were seated immediately, though nobody from my home town seemed to recognize me. My friend who owned the restaurant asked me if I was okay, as she hadn’t seen me post any recent updates on Facebook. I explained that yes, I was doing just fine and that she wouldn’t see any status updates as I had deleted my social media awhile ago. She could see the pain in my eyes and…
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2022 In Review
I started posting monthly selfies, starting in January of 2022. Here are all my selfies from 2022…
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The World I Came Into Has Gotten Too Scary
My earliest memories are of being a small child sitting on the marble floor of our Greenwich Village apartment. There was something comforting in the coolness of that floor, in its immovability, in its seeming lack of opinion or judgment. It was a respite from the complexities of life in a large city with multiple families living in upstairs apartments under one roof. All my difficulties felt as if they could be put aside for a few moments in that little corner, next to the refrigerator. I could take comfort in the simple, repetitive task of sorting and stacking colorful blocks, ignoring the struggles in the wider world around me.…
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Send Me An Angel To Love
I’ve always been a mysterious person, always full of secrets, dark, painfully introspective and overwhelmingly observant. I’m the kind of person who will tell you the truth, but only if you ask me point-blank what’s bothering me or what I’m thinking about; otherwise, I’ll just keep it to myself and let you continue your assumptions about me. I’m the type of person who refuses to talk about myself in social situations, who never really lets anyone in to see what’s beneath the surface and who keeps it all hidden away. When I was younger, I would often look to the sky, wishing for the universe to send me an angel…
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Summer Camp And The Rites Of Passage
November 6, 2022 These past few days, my mind has been preoccupied with thoughts and memories of my time at summer camp. It was a time of firsts in my life; at summer camp was the first time I felt at home, where I had my first kiss, and eventually, when I held my first job. My first year at summer camp was 1991, and my last year was 2000. Everyone who made it through camp signed their name on a door in the living room of the Heights Cabin after completing a summer in Wilderness. This was an important step because it showed you were part of something bigger…
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The Art Of Saying Goodbye
It’s an awkward feeling – the one you get when you have to say goodbye to someone you don’t want to let go of, be it a friend, colleague, or loved one. If you do not understand the art of saying goodbye, your relationships are bound to suffer. There’s nothing more important than solid relationships in this world if you want to succeed in life. I defied my parents’ wishes and dropped out of college. I was extremely intelligent, but struggled within the modern educational system. Regardless, my parents expected me to pursue an academic degree. I was adamant about not going back. I knew that there was more for…
