Deaded Up By Me

Today is spitting up Saturday blood and happy with its sunshine poem/ poet/ poetry will more over cast be gin? militant converse I don’t know age old adage high waters capri Save, save what? save what? tell it to the rhyming section get it right don’t be late with the rent with the bills today…… Continue reading Deaded Up By Me

notes while reading

maddening hunger of kerouac in san francisco lone Houston frogs in the window memories of cold the tao of heat heating up a miracle smoke or fog or flood getting work/ getting TO work junk to eat to get on and get by get along madness behind us? smart enough years tacked on getting to…… Continue reading notes while reading

Word Around Town finale

The tour finished up last night and was really incredible. I’m so grateful to have been a part of it. Sitting here on a calm Sunday sorta speechless and thinking how I’ll adjust to all this extra time opening back up for me – which is nice…. And yet I really want next year’s tour…… Continue reading Word Around Town finale

Beyond Death

Tonight begins three days of rain that scare the cats into the background and I keep drinking really tall glasses of water from the jug not the sky. I told them no it’s okay you’re safe with me and I’m not gonna let nothing happen to you. Tonight is its own night quiet and done…… Continue reading Beyond Death

“Sometimes I chat with stones…”

Thought I’d repost this, something someone wrote on a forum discussing more of an open style of Buddhist “practice”: My current practice is pretty freeform compared to those above described, but since it is working for me I’ll describe a little. It’s insight meditation, pretty much. I see the creative part of my brain -…… Continue reading “Sometimes I chat with stones…”