Author: Brock Stephen Henning

The Urban Leveler
Life, Perspective, Self-Awareness

The Urban Leveler

They don’t care what side of the bed you woke on. They don’t care that you even woke on a bed. They are indifferent to your social status, financial means, gender orientation, political or religious views, or the color of your collar or skin.

They couldn’t care less whether you’re in a hurry or enjoying the slow pace of a casual day. As a matter of fact, they don’t care about you at all, because they can’t care at all. They are neutral to such things, unbiased. Fair. Yet I find that I’m still annoyed by them, their tri-colored rainbow display, especially the red one. Continue reading “The Urban Leveler”

The Morning After
God, Hope, Life, Nature, Outdoors, Perspective

The Morning After

She took a long, slow drag off one of her favorite cigarettes as he caressed her hand, both of them lost forever in the moment now fading into their past. They’d waited for this day as if it had been 100 years. Made the arrangements. Devised excuses for skipping out on work. They’d picked a location far from their hometown, where nobody would recognize them in the band of darkness that some would say straddles a thin line, but to them it would be plenty wide to satisfy their curiosity. She had wondered whether she’d feel bliss—or regret—after the rendezvous. And now she knew. It was over. She was already thinking about the next one. It was, as they say, nothing short of spectacular. Continue reading “The Morning After”

The Cowboy’s Melody
Life, Outdoors, Relationships

The Cowboy’s Melody

Not all cowboys are born in the West, but its wildness whirls as deep in his soul as the great eddies of the Colorado. Dreams as wide as the high prairies. Ideas grand as the Rockies. His common sense, like a crystal stream, cuts through life’s cumbersome valleys and ravines.

Dusty, dirty, weathered and leathered, the cowboy is not perfect. He is, however, a good man. Continue reading “The Cowboy’s Melody”

Sometimes It Snows in April – A Tribute
Art, Hope, Music

Sometimes It Snows in April – A Tribute

Revered by the music industry and loved by millions of fans, and despite the controversies over his lyrical styles that some found offensive, Prince was a revolutionary artist none the less.

A prolific singer and songwriter. An unbelievably talented musician, skilled at devising new sounds across a multitude of instruments, all of which he could play. His vocal range could drop to the bottom floor and float effortlessly through a falsetto, peaking at a shriek-like scream that didn’t need a trademark because nobody else could do it quite like Prince. (And all of us who grew up listening to his music have strained our voices numerous times behind the wheel of a car, purporting to sing along at the level of his unmatched prowess. Don’t deny it!) Continue reading “Sometimes It Snows in April – A Tribute”