I just want to get high and listen to records on a record player. But I ain’t got no herb, no records, no record player. Sigh.

I think I’ve had enough, but only if I wasn’t so afraid of the consequences of choosing.

I am having difficulty writing lately. Don’t know what it is. Can’t even bring myself to journal.

That man did that shit on purpose.

This might be the only space where I feel truly free.

Posting on Bluesky is like pissing outdoors, in a gentle wind—thrilling, yet just gets soaked up by the earth and vanishes.

On the streets in Denver

Winter is coming.

Had a great researching and writing day. Happy writer here!

What to say?

So tired already

Romance writing is so much fun! 4,000 words in and I’m loving it.

Can't help but compare J. Cole's album to Kendrick's. It's clear J. Cole, while incredibly gifted with his writing, lyricism, and delivery, hasn't fully matured—hasn't fully evolved as a rapper/artist—nor as a human being. Not like Kendrick.

He's not on the same dimensional plane. No one is.

I took a month-long leave from teaching to care for my mental health. During the leave, I thought it was my life outside of work that was getting to me the most. Now that I’m back, I can definitively say the job is unsustainable, and was a major contributor to the depletion of my mental well-being.

My name is Johnny Redway—father, husband, writer, and educator.

I’ve written three books: a novel, a novella in stories, and a collection of nonfiction short stories.

I teach English and writing at a public charter STEM school in Denver.

Let’s talk writing, or teaching, or teaching writing!

Sol
Soul
The sun
is the light of our
inner
souls
The burning
that makes u
you