There is a force Alive and rampant A feeling becomes thought And the thoughts build Looking for a container The vessel becomes full Words Overflow on the page They flood and spread Flow and ebb Burst and give over What was within For a moment replete The energy recedes And the human breathes But creation […]
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Stack the firewood Kindling Paper Woosh Combustion is a warm red glow In a dark space With uneven outlines Each morning Igniting my heart Inducing the sweat Cedar lined womb Returning to the primordial realm Softening Beginning again And the words drift away behind me When I close the door And take my seat Becoming […]
Beware your heroes You may become them And the heroes I like Never lived an easy life Watch your admiration Where it drifts Who it casts Because the people I admire Never lived an easy life Watch your discipline and discernment Strive to make them right Because the things that I discarded Did not make […]
The cloud was like a dragon It terrified me I flipped it into a flower And now I am free Thoughts come and go We don’t have to construe We can let them be clouds And allow them to move Freely
I continue to consistently write my newsletter each week at SubStack. It is changing the way I see writing and sharing on these sorts of platforms. Whereas years ago I used to post something and then check the stats and views, I now post and enjoy the satisfaction that comes with both self expression and […]
The smell of pencil shavings Soft wooden curls lined with graphite The sharpener whirrs I blow on the blade Dust floats to the bin Tools made sharper I sit again The example is before me The rest makes sense I draw the lines Stitching neurons in my head The satisfaction of making sense Is a […]
Learn from the leaf And not the tree Fall if you must But softly Be gentle with yourself Life isn’t easy The breeze tries to carry The wind shatters Tree crashes But the leaf Being light Knows descending gently matters The last week was like surmounting a personal Everest. Hard exhausting climb, exultant high of […]
The revolution of a spiral. A circle. The wind-chime sound of movement. If all we are doing is constantly changing, who are we to claim authenticity? What does authenticity resemble when the self is disassembling daily? Somewhere in all the motion — the incomplete decisions, the conflicting inner opinions — is a small, anchored “I.” […]
If I take this story in my hands It is less than perfect The steps that get us to where we are Are rarely beautiful They look quirky Different lengths Patterns Some will leave splinters in your hands As a warning Don’t do that again Behind every masterpiece Is a dumpster Full of rubbish But […]
