by Edward Signaigo | Jan 21, 2019 | Poems
The pen keeps moving And writes what it wants I stay out of its way It does its own work The Spirit comes through it Not just this time But every time The Spirit moves the pen I just stay out of its way Read more poems by Eddie. Watch Eddie’s... by Edward Signaigo | Jan 20, 2019 | Poems
I’m not him I just watch him Quietly He wakes up He runs through the park He does yoga and sit-ups He eats breakfast He meditates He rides to the coffee shop He writes in his journal I’m not him I just watch him I’m in the control tower Watching... by Edward Signaigo | Jan 18, 2019 | Essays
I went running shirtless today. It wasn’t particularly warm out. It was kind of chilly, actually. There was still some mist in the air from the rains. But I went running shirtless, anyway, because I could. It’s liberating. Especially when no one else... by Edward Signaigo | Jan 18, 2019 | Stories
First Day As An Artist I woke up feeling different this morning and spent the first part of the day wondering why. The answers came to me during my morning run through Balboa Park, like they often do. I realized that today was my first day as an artist. I clearly... by Edward Signaigo | Jan 7, 2019 | Essays
I just ran into an old friend. He didn’t stop to talk. Maybe he was just busy. Or maybe he doesn’t like me anymore. Either way, it’s none of my business. My only role is to tell the truth and let the chips fall where they may. Those who are...
