How to be Happy Single

How to be Happy Single

By In Life How To's, Lifestyle — February 11, 2017

I have been single for the last 21 years.  I’ve never been on a date. I’ve never kissed. I’ve certainly never had sex. What a loser. Funny, I don’t feel like a loser. I’m more content than a toad in a princess’ castle. Single people tend to shout their independence from the rooftops. How…


By In Culture, Lifestyle, Poetry — July 05, 2016

To be able to honestly answer love, you need to be honest about needing it yourself as well. Because apathy happens. Depression. Discouragement. Emptiness. And, sure, many of us can still exhibit loving attributes even when we’re empty. But, it ends. Always. It will end. We are not endless. We need love.

The Mind of a Writer

By In Art, Lifestyle — June 13, 2016

The Mind of a Writer By Matthias Schricker Writers are a lot like people. The writer’s mind only has something to say. Beyond that, really, we’re figuring out the best way to say that thing. That’s our world and we live in it. So, yes, we’re basically people. Everyone has something to say….


When the World Stops

By In Art, Poetry — May 30, 2016

You fall to the ground in a pathetic heap, thinking that, somehow, this is all a dream. Then the tears come, and all at once you lose control of your body. All at once you forget who’s around, who might be watching.

2016 Dino Reichmuth


By In Art, Poetry — May 25, 2016

They are like ghosts as they come and go When they leave I do not know One minute they are there, as clear as day The next minute they’re gone, they never stay   One minute we are laughing, the next saying goodbye Many leave for good but few actually die Coming and…

How to be Young and Single

By In Faith, Lifestyle — April 29, 2016

Standing atop a rock formation deep in the Rocky Mountains . . . a slight breeze ruffles my short hair.  I take a deep breath of satisfaction, the smell of pine and wild flowers stimulates my senses.  I am looking over a lake; it shimmers in the pale spring sun.  The sight before…

My Haunting

By In Art, Poetry — April 10, 2016

There’s a girl in the corner with scars on her wrists. I made her that way.  She laughs in my face when I speak of love, because I betrayed her.  She is broken, but she likes it; she craves attention.  That girl in the corner will not eat because she thinks she is…