i don’t know what happens here at the arm of the great barn door the moment the day breaks through itself & the night capsizes between two watery thighs if the earth was made of salt we’d all be starving little belly full of hay sun breeze & a giant mud stage with a tambourine [...]
The Wolf
it was half-past the time of day when no road was the right road when all the churches were empty and the blues lit up like a highway over the dank southern sun vibes on the street had me feeling like second hand news, the way the sun beat the tile the steel breeze, the [...]
Wild Card
Original artwork by T. Blake the night was broken, as we know, and what was missing was the blood-pink moon i asked a star for directions, on my way due west, i could not say but by the eyes of the owls was led down a staircase that spiraled to the cellar of the earth [...]
Boudoir Hymns
a short compilation in verse the room where a lady may retire to be alone is the space inside of a candle a little flame that grows against the palms of her hands as she recalls the miracle that lives in her breasts, tender playthings, the incantations of her hips, the life rushing like wildfire [...]
Iris
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 2/13/19 Got thinking about the importance of ritual, but through a different lens now. Returned briefly to Maslow’s Religion, Values, and Peak Experiences, always a gloriously eye-opening read for me. Some brief insights worth sharing. I feel as if a haze has been removed from [...]
Repetitions
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 2/9/19 A brisk and sunny Saturday, and I am reflecting on the importance of habits. Habits and how they either aid or hinder us in the pursuit of becoming. A thought: you don’t have to try nearly as hard when your habits are good. What [...]
Morning Song
i’ve found out what you’re like in the mornings when the sun loses its curve and slenderly the jubilant sky drops its cunning, feathering a cleave in your bright-eyed denim and only your needing fingers can bring me to swift god-given silence just beneath the supreme intelligence of my hips (and which i hope you [...]
