• Writing

    I Prefer To Avoid The Trappings Of Modern Life

    I don’t have a television, a radio, or a newspaper subscription. I have a Facebook account, but I don’t use the platform very much. You might say that I’m living in the past, but I’m actually living in the present. I’m not avoiding modern day life, I’m simply choosing not to partake in some of its trappings. The world has changed since the time of my youth and for better or worse, it is changing faster now than ever before. As such, if I want to maintain my sanity and stay grounded in reality I need to take responsibility for what’s important and spend my time on those things rather…

  • Quotes

    Amelia Desertsong Quote On Living Creatures

    Every living creature has a purpose, even if in our limited field of vision that is not at all clear. Whatever divine purpose endows us with our widely varied and often unique cosmic assignments cannot be fully known by even the whole of our impressive, yet still quite unevolved, species of mammal. We can often only approximate the entire truth of any happening; its effects may be clear, but its causes can be often hidden and possibly nearly infinite in nature. Whatever ideas we form will always be hopefully incomplete, even if they are more than adequate for our purposes. Amelia Phoenix Desertsong

  • Diary

    Almost 4 AM

    April 9, 2022 This morning I rolled over, I tossed and turned, and couldn’t get back to sleep. It was almost 4 AM, and my mind was racing, filled with the thoughts of old days gone by, plans for the future, and everything in between. I woke up to the sound of raindrops against my bedroom window; a storm had positioned itself on the horizon. It reminded me of my younger years, where, in my mind, it was always raining with a storm cloud hanging over me. That was then, this is now, and now is my time. Although I could not sleep last night, this morning I am thrilled…

  • Quotes

    Amelia Desertsong Quote About Writing

    There she sits, dreaming up names for her heroes, her heroines, her villains, her trusty steed, or car, or spaceship, or whatever. She dreams of an endless space, full of wonders, delights, and dangers she cannot yet fathom, for the train that is her imagination has not yet departed for such reaches, frontiers, and fantastic outer spaces yet unknown. Amelia Desertsong

  • Diary

    Fame Itself Is A Cancer And Ego Its Seed

    January 31, 2022 No matter what I do, it seems that it seldom works out. On the rare occasion when it does, my triumph and success results in the jealousy of others who then seek to undermine and destroy that which I have accomplished. When I was a child, I was told that being different in some ways was a gift; I however, was different in every single way. I had my own unique way of doing things, especially when it came to writing. I was influenced by Allen Ginsberg, who mentored me, and inspired me to write in such a way that combined poetry and prose. Decades later, this…

  • Writing

    Lyrics That Influenced A Generation

    Much of my writing was influenced by the song lyrics I grew up listening to as a child.  The music artists from the 1990’s era were especially influential, such as Pearl Jam, R.E.M., Toad The Wet Sprocket, Counting Crows, and Sarah McLachlan.  They are lyrics that influenced a generation, and those which inspired me creatively. While a handful of the individual song titles eventually became titles for my writing and photography, creativity in and of itself is nothing more than a mashup of the experiences in ones life.  It is the culmination of thoughts, experiences, conversations, and ideas. Recently, Amelia and I were discussing the band R.E.M., and how it…

  • Diary

    Only The Moon Understands The Beauty Of Love

    The last remaining hours of the year slowly ticked by as I watched the New Years Eve special on television, live from my home town of New York City. It seems that the winter, cold and bitter, and drearily silent, gives reason for one to think about the year, as once again one starts to draw picture-perfect maps of how their life and love will be for the year to come. I held Amelia through the night in such a way where only the moon understands the beauty of love. We gazed into each other’s eyes in the realization that I can still be who I need to be, the…

  • Writing

    Caught Daylight

    This morning I caught daylight much too soon and in the cold foggy morning of Vermont as I lay awake, I stared out the window with not much to say outside of the thoughts circling within my mind. It seems that winter comes earlier and earlier with each passing year, bringing with it the promise of snow filled days spent inside thinking about the year. The wintertime gives me plenty of time to wonder about what I want to do with the rest of my life, and with each passing year, I know that I’m getting older, too. Time itself means nothing, yet through space and time, there exists a…