Everything is a mirror projecting more of the dream.
gratitude for solitude/ it’s something you just have/ to appreciate for it showing up/ but let it go its merry way/ when it wants
earlier the fire trucks nearly fifteen all lined from my apartment building forever down the road a bunch of fire men out there running all around then stopping and talking lightly what the fuck is going on here I don’t know there’s no fire so we’ll figure this out then we’ll be out of here […]
speak your silent name into the typewriter the lies you tell will win you medals and accolades speak your silent name in earnest as an ear rest or near arrest one can attest close calls seek closure and in Jah what we seek is the companionship a promise kept like connection when we claim we […]
I know you can hear this, all of it. Two hours in the clouds they go by. A surprise is a surprise but I’ve got you down. The spirit of my past crouches in the hallway. I hear the ceilings are to die for. Try again like always right? Don’t stop. Give it get it. […]
can’t switch that evening track when it’s jazz goin at ya mindfulness date it’s a date look at how gentle they are on this thing on best behavior she comments on his eyes and what not I’m just crawling out of bed in the middle of the afternoon just ya know being myself really flicking […]
my bike ride is like an old lady walking past the gate chased by a little puppy there are versions of me that are pulled across dimensions to get here I hope you’re as charmed as I am my bike ride is like a couple fumbling through a conversation called common ground in the garage […]
Awe, wonder. Joy. I am going to take this time easy. I can tell you about all the trips I’ve taken, which sounds so vague in the beginning. I can tell my thoughts, share my notes, make it personal. The funny note is that just when you think it’s personal, it turns out not to […]
It takes awhile to get into the writing flow but when you do, that’s where you begin to meet more of yourself, which is always shifting.
wind and wind down I like listening I lick light switches and younger lightweight witches slip off slink in the dark hail storm strumming warmth Cassevettes form even that statue learns to bow all time all of time pokes me yes I notice words of our world unpack our stares go blank internalize sometimes I […]