Like poetry in the dark, whispers that bring resonance of mystery and magic, of dancing and a light not deeply obscured by filters and cattle prods and the empty promises of a sound you want to hear that leads nowhere But the sound is so lovely and sound is so lovely and how could sound … Continue reading Open Mic
An ode… of all the seeds that have been planted, the layers of time, my intended script to traverse them. I pick up an end, I lay a hook, I transcend and descend between them. Above is the coursing meaning to make or withhold, below the roots tumble and twist into earths night soil, seeking … Continue reading Forthcoming
I was having daydreams about sending my mom flowers for Mother’s Day. For getting her address and writing some letter of explanation about why I can’t talk to her. My oldest son doesn’t talk to me and I don’t talk to her. There is a whole black hole of unprocess-able emotional energy there. Just a … Continue reading Mother’s Day Thoughts
In a follow-up to the In the Mind of an Artist article, Edge of Humanity Magazine is also doing an interview portion. Here is the 2nd question in the series. Click HERE to view my answer. QUESTION: "I use metaphors like ‘ The Watchful Satan’ and ‘ Scrolling Down Gods’ when expressing my views on artificial intelligence and … Continue reading In the Mind of an Artist
Where the good energy has to follow Go to that place, stay in that knowing, where the good energy has to follow It’s a dream, a dream within a dream, someone else’s idea of a dream but also life It’s the thought that counts and that thought that puts it out there without a mushiness … Continue reading God Poetry
I’ve been doing a little digging into astrology lately, evolutionary astrology to be precise, which is a little more of a specific focus on what your soul seems to be up to. I've never really looked into astrology before. It was always just a little blurb in a newspaper and never brought up in the … Continue reading To Witch or not to witch
He triggers me and I’m lost. Oh, the shame of not being trigger free, free of anything that would make my body and mind seize up, relive, react. He flings his hands in my face and that would be fine but when he doesn’t stop after I say stop. When he still doesn’t stop touching … Continue reading Parenting with PTSD
Mid 60s in Washington today. I still have my weather and time set to Washington. I left the Midwest to escape the loneliness, the isolation, the sense of rejection only to find out Washington was worse. People had more money and conversely other people had even less. So it was infinitely more dangerous. At least … Continue reading Blank Slate –
When I think of all the ways I was numb and confused, dazed and bedazzled by life, it makes me wonder. Maybe we all have to start out not awake, not aware, a soul skating by because being in a body, once you really start paying attention, is not the easiest thing to get used … Continue reading All the while they call you crazy
Oh, though I move beyond the sacred caves, I’ve never left you behind. There is scarlet testaments and blue horizons, there are Koi fish playing skillfully in your afternoons where bliss holds true but is hard to remember. Oh, though I move beyond the sacred caves, I bring eternity to your shores. There is no … Continue reading Two fish swimming – a poetic
