Entry 121115- Heart on the Ground

In a shape so clearly made of two halves, a whole, I wonder now if the invisible line that breaks them makes them broken like something shattered- Apart, but not as a quality: the fact of this matter, of the raw formation, Broken things ok with being halves of some whole from which everything flows….

Entry 52615 – Either Side of the Fire

You say I make you happy, always have. Then why the burning at the backs of my heels? This firey weather between us is tiring. The pushing on my spine with hardened fingers, A pressing for the forward march: “you are too slow” in the knuckles. Can you put a constant urging onward, one at…

Entry 92315 – Rules

1. If you think you are in control of your heart, (ha) That’s an illusion 2. An illusion that will be unveiled At some moment of truth 3. Because truth cannot be hidden, 4. Not even if you were in control (4.5 and you aren’t) Could you cover up what’s true 5. Because, like it…

Entry 91615 – Onward 

Don’t we all walk a path Which looks here and there, In shadows it hides and the sun sometimes blinds us? I wondered long and hard over when my feet would lead Where I thought it looked like a leading place lay. If not paved quite, cleared- not thick with thorny brush, But it was….

Entry 82015 – Can’t Blame the Ghost You Made

You can sweat and cry, kneel down in repentance. Mumble prayers  you didn’t know you knew, Run fast: Away, Back to… Confront The ghost you made. You can stick needles in a doll, Read cards Stare at walls Dance and drink away  nights and days But you can’t blame The ghost you made. Fill your…

Entry 81915 – From the Highest Shelf

Once I tried to change the story. I opened a new book beside my life as Story, wherein I lay down my misgivings like a lady undressing;  At the end of a long journey, reaching a warm, safe place, In the process she apologetically exposes her scars. (How could I start off something good pretending?) The…

Entry 82315- Flowers in Their Hair

Girls and women paint themselves, Deserving of praise for what abundance they represent- The earth songs their heels sing, step upon step, And the flowers in their hair The vibrant, dying crowns they place  Upon their heads, Minds of mystery inside, deep dwelling. You’ll meet many, and more  Blossom plaited, With mouths and lashes brimming…

Entry 81915 – Failing Them

There is one of me and you, and you: you are them. The quiet understanding is that. A meaningful gesture is a smile when thinking of you. A nod of recognition in passing between the you of yourself and in my world, mine. I love you, but there is one of me, and surviving means…

The Beauty of Street Art 

I live in a city covered in street art. Ever since I started taking thousands of pictures on my long walks through different neighborhoods, I’ve  cone to recognize the various forms of public art that exist here: the crap people write on walls whilst drunk, the privately commissioned murals decking the sides of lofty brick…

[Life Without Facebook] Things I did this week. 

Good day, gentle beings. I am still away from Facebook. Distancing myself from that realm of communication and sharing has had a pleasant effect on my life, so far as I can tell. It’s left me thinking of ways to share ideas, random notes, and feelings, but it’s also caused me to consider why I…

Entry 72315- Unknowing as an Art

   Imagine for a moment  that your language is as foreign as the many you don’t understand. Your thoughts are jibberish nonsense. You have no tongue. Imagine, for a moment,  there’s no home in your words. Your ideas are now timeless. Cells renew raceless,  Self as you know it exists borderless. Consider this your greatest…

Entry 71815- Home Made

Waking up, it was quiet in the small home I made, of small and precious items. Bright petals ripen to life in the sunlight and every unanimated thing rests for use, mine. This is new, still. Home used to be full of choices that weren’t my own. The sweet- Where I grew up, it smelled…