In a house in the desert, there is a window out to the world. Everyday we press ourselves against it. Drunkenly smelling the scents carried by the arid air. Exalting in the sights this small vantage gives us. Shedding our skin on the wall, in a ritual exfoliation that may jettison us to transcendence. The physical pressing, … Continue reading
Our ability to be seen through is, perhaps, our greatest goal. That we have nothing to hide, nor anything to hide behind. All the grand illusions will have faded away… Shadowless, the light that pours in, pours through us to illuminate everything. Nothing is left in the dark and yet there is no shame, no … Continue reading
An ache comes with the chill on the wind a bitter truth is blowing in through the one window left the others were taken down, or blown out by winds I make at night I called up all my gales, truth’s stripped on the force of their winds we made a big mess, trying to … Continue reading
It is at the in between stages that we are most vulnerable. Unable to distinguish if we are ripe to bloom or fading with each day. Continue reading
For months now, I dream of mountains. I see their majesty and quiet charm when I close my eyes day or night. Their magnificence is burned into my mind… shadow images standing firm and powerful. I image someday something else will haunt the inner contours of my retina. But I draw from these images, with … Continue reading
In the space between two pines I find a legacy of my own illusions In the space between two pines Lives a lifetime’s pungency of desire Sticky limbs heavy and weighted against the winds tender encouragements Endlessly bowing to the great space Decades of this dance, days of dreaming Only a stone between as each … Continue reading
The Calm & The Current 