© Joe Leonardi
I had always believed living such a great life in my youth was a blessing. Now that I am older and realize my life will never be that great again; it has become a curse. Right out of high school, I began what was believed to be a grand adventure. I joined the navy with... Continue Reading →
I still remember the first night I didn’t sleep the night through. Of course, there were random nights before. How could there not be? Especially being at sea in the U.S. Navy. But this night, was the night that began a chain of sleepless nights that has lasted uninterrupted for close to twenty years. ----------------------------... Continue Reading →
Cash can’t be saved. Retirement is nothing but a dream. I will most likely die on the job, or homeless, cryogenically preserved in some street’s gutter.
Thank you for all of you who follow and read my blog. Lately I have been posting almost daily. I am now getting back into writing "The Damaged and Broken Stories," so, will be posting about 2 - 3 times a week. The following are my plans for the next 6 months, I am expecting to... Continue Reading →
I have developed a bit of a disdain for the overuse of the term "mental illness." I truly believe it has become overused for what are normal personality traits and differences. In a country as free as the United States of America is supposed to be, we have a group of medical professionals and pharmaceutical... Continue Reading →
Dr. Harleen Quinzel’s view: What have I been doing all this time? Why am I imprisoned? Why am I kissing that freak The Joker? I look at him in horror. He is my patient, what the hell is he doing? I push him away. He strikes me. I have a baseball bat. I’m not sure... Continue Reading →
The social media pop-psychologists are out in full force. The self-righteous self-helpers offer unsolicited words with only one purpose --- to give themselves a superior sense of self. Lacking even a single request, they offer their self-aggrandizing wisdom - -To those they have never met. -To those they do not know. -To those they do... Continue Reading →
The fact of the matter is that life can suck. For so many there is no joy, there is no elation, there is no happiness. The treadmill to nowhere keeps moving and there is no choice but to keep pace until the effort causes the body to become frail, the mind to falter, and the soul to flail.
I am often asked if I am writing about people who suffer from mental illness. Recently, a fellow blogger had indicated a similar sentiment, so I think it is time to share my insights and drive concerning the characters I bring to life. As I am writing these characters, I don't give them an innate... Continue Reading →
I am often asked if I am writing about people who suffer from mental illness. Recently, a fellow blogger had indicated a similar sentiment, so I think it is time to share my insights and drive concerning the characters I bring to life. As I am writing these characters, I don't give them an innate... Continue Reading →
I have had people criticize my work for breaking conventional rules of writing and grammar. Sometimes, these notes are accurate, and I make corrections. Often, however, they are given by those who believe themselves superior to others. These over analytical people are more concerned with picking out the placement of a comma or a semicolon,... Continue Reading →
In 2019 I am expecting to release at least five more stories in The Damaged and Broken Collection --- - “It Is Never Just A Slap,” which Iam currently working on, a woman trapped in an abusive relationship. - “Abandonment and Addiction,” a girl from a broken home who becomes addicted to heroin. - “A Father’s Son,” the... Continue Reading →
"I am no longer the boy who came here, nor am I the man I was destined to be." Does a returning war veteran ever escape the horrors to which they bore witness? Shell shock was the terminology of WWI, today it is called PTSD. Whatever it is called, it has long lasting effects. War... Continue Reading →
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Contrary to the idyllic lives shown to the world on social media, things don't always work out. Life isn't always good for everyone. Life is often times a cruel bastard. It is time to get back to reality, not the social media bullshite fantasy lives we are fed and over-fed on a daily basis. I... Continue Reading →
Unlike the youth of today, I know the fault is with the visual echo I see as I peer into the looking glass. There is no one else to blame, and I look for no one to set me free.
Do you miss the passion we shared? Do you long for the romance of uninhibited desires? Do you think of the moments in which we lived lifetimes of raw sensuality? Does your heart ache for the memory of what was? Does your body shake for the lust that was beyond expectations? Does your soul cry... Continue Reading →
...within hours, media and pundits and bloggers and morning coffee drinkers have already begun laying blame at the feet of everyone, but the person who pulled the trigger and why. I am often amazed at how quickly tragedy become politics and people start taking sides. I wrote Tortured and Tormented, and other novelettes in The Damaged... Continue Reading →
I have had people criticize my work for breaking conventional rules of writing and grammar. Sometimes, these notes are accurate, and I make corrections. Often, however, they are given by over analytical people who are more concerned with picking out the placement of a comma or a semicolon than actually understanding and enjoying the story. Sadly,... Continue Reading →
The characters I write are all, in one way or another, broken. I write about broken and damaged characters because in my experience, the damaged person is the norm, not the exception. We are all, to one degree or another, in some way --- broken. That is not a bad thing. Many of us survive... Continue Reading →
For every one person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not… …this is one of their stories https://youtu.be/rvPRqXKa498
Four My mom wakes me. It is the first day of first grade. I still remember how excited I was about the first day of kindergarten. Today, there is no excitement. Mom is cooking up soft boiled eggs and Italian toast. In the background, the radio hisses and crackles The Harry West Show opening theme,... Continue Reading →
At one time, the gym was my, for lack of better words, "temple or church" I worked out in crowded solitude, able to feed off the energy around me, and yet remain spiritually alone in my efforts. I respected others in their endeavors and others respected me in mine. Pleasantries were exchanged upon entering or... Continue Reading →
Due to an unforeseen circumstance, I haven't had the ability to sit down and complete the latest in THE DAMAGED AND BROKEN COLLECTION, "Is Suicide Painless." If all goes well, I will complete the first draft early this week, if not today.
Chaos – a noun: complete disorder and confusion. Conflict – a verb: be incompatible or at variance; clash Two words. One a noun, the other used as a verb. Both connotate similar emotions. The universe was created of chaos. Human beings can’t seem to live for any extended periods without being in some state of... Continue Reading →
