• Cornerstone Content,  Writing

    In Another Set Of Chances I’d Take The Ones I’ve Missed

    I used to write in riddles, and I used to write in rhymes; my body ached to write the words, the prose is what kept me alive. I write into the dark veil of the night, and in another set of chances, I’d take the ones I’ve missed. All the times in which I spoke into the silence, and whenever I do it seems I don’t speak, except to cry out and wait for an answer. I came into this world alone, marked in constellation, and when all else is gone, I will still be here. There’s a ceiling in the darkness, I am but a lifeless face that you’ll…

  • Writing

    Falling In Love (For All The Wrong Reasons)

    For whatever reason, people I have lost touch with 10+ years ago have decided after all these years to get back in contact with me.  Truth be told, I created my website as a means of staying in contact with people I know and as a means to deliver updates as to what I’m undertaking at the moment. These few people I once called friends at one time in my life; fast forward 10 years and they’re all working high-profile, high-paying jobs and married to extremely wealthy and successful spouses.  They’ll tell you that they’re happy but if you look at a few recent photos, you can see just how…

  • Video


    Today is the day that I officially married my best friend, the love of my life, and the center of my world. This evening at our house in Vermont, Amelia Phoenix Desertsong, the most intelligent, beautiful, and wonderful woman I have ever met, officially became my wife. I am truly honored that we now get to spend the rest of our lives together. The wedding of Thomas Wilson Pratt Slatin and Amelia Phoenix Desertsong.May 24, 2021

  • Writing

    Summer Comes For Everyone

    This morning I was lost inside a daydream and I was rehearsing a dialogue inside my head. In my dreams, it is always raining and in shades of black and white. The rain wraps fears around me like a blanket, making me feel short of stable, and then finally, it washes me away. These are the days I will remember all my life, the precious and often fleeting moments when there’s a story to be told, Amelia takes my hand in an empty room as adventure awaits. Summer comes for everyone; today is the springtime of my life. Social media became one drink too many and a joke gone too…

  • Writing

    These Things Will Never Change For Us At All

    Ever since childhood, there were always a handful of places I considered magical and I always dreamed that these places would always be there, if not for all time, then at the very least, for all of my life. An unexpected course of recent events has suddenly forced me to replace my lifelong dreams with less marvelous ones for which I must dream instead. Realizing finally that no matter what, these things will never change for us at all. Childhood heroes, people I thought were my friends, and all the things for which I held in such firm belief to be true, though, in the end, I’ve come to realize…

  • Cornerstone Content,  Writing

    I’m Going Through Changes

    Day breaks, the lost girl inside wakes, the birds sing, the wind blows through the trees, and the angels sigh. My mornings in Vermont begin early with the rising sun, my days often occupied with my own pursuits of untamed introspection as I try to unravel the mysteries of life, followed by early nightfall to hang the stars and moon upon, and until I see another day as the sun rises, I am feathered by the moonlight. The promise of another day on the horizon guarantees that the days ahead will never change for me at all. Introspection is my muse, my preoccupation, my heartbreak. I awoke on this cold…

  • Letters

    You Were One Of The Four People In My Life I Considered Grandparents

    THOMAS SLATINPO BOX 1231MIDDLETOWN SPRINGS, VT 05757 December 9, 2020 Dear Ellen, First of all, I wish to thank you for inviting me in to your home to let me sit on your couch and catch up for awhile. It was truly beautiful for me to sit on your couch and cry and let you know that you were one of the four people in my life I considered grandparents (you, your husband Clayt, Frank, and Carol). These past few months have been absolutely crazy for me, and my life has changed in numerous ways. I broke up with my fiance, Angie, after we were together for a little over…

  • Writing

    I Used To Worry About Rain

    I awoke at 5 AM suddenly on this cold November morning; my feeble attempts to remain asleep were futile as whenever I wake from a restful night’s sleep, my mind begins racing and always will. I realize now that after a lifetime of feeling like an outsider who views life as if looking through a large plate of seemingly impenetrable glass. I realize now that my entire life, up until now, I did not know I was lost, and even if I knew that indeed I was lost, I never could have known to what extent that I was lost. The tears I shed were a warning sign often ignored,…

  • Cornerstone Content,  Writing

    There’s No Way To Bargain On A Barter

    This past month, I’ve been visiting places that I likely won’t see for a while. Camera in hand, as I document and record the places I roamed for over a decade; places I might never see for quite a long time, if ever again. I believe that there is truth to the notion that one does not truly know what they have until one loses it all again. In my case, I’m giving up on a life in which I was never truly happy, to pursue my hopes and dreams in a place where nobody knows me. The worst part about leaving it all behind is letting go of the…

  • Writing

    A Week At Camp

    My dream of returning to the summer camp where I spent the summers of my childhood was finally granted.  My plans were made suddenly, on a whim in fact, though taking this rare opportunity to return to this place I have always considered to be magical has helped me to realize just how truly lost I was. I stood in the middle of one of the large open athletic fields, all alone and listened to the sounds of nature; the singing birds, the wind blowing gently through the trees, surrounded by my own thoughts, and because it is natures poetry, forever shrouded in mystery. I walked up to the door…