Rarely does art come to life. LOOKING BACK AT YOU provides one of those rare instances to have a silent conversation with images.
Can you sense the pebblesIn the road that passes byThe old tree? Hear the birds thatPluck away a few blossoms...
Inhale the sunshine...
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I am unlearning. unfolding layers of fear that have kept me frozen in vigilance.
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Shaquille O’Neal is opening what is ostensibly his sixth Big Chicken location inside Seattle’s Climate Pledge Arena, working in conjunction with the unfortunately named...
it’s not my idea and yet it does appeal and affords new space for play from straightforward natural process
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Time has come for our FEAST. The one once dreamt. We are preparing the viands, setting the table, collecting our makings… TO SHARE.
Not hiding from what I feel. Letting it come. Flow through me. Sit with it. Taste it, hear it, touch it, smell it.
Yesterday gleamed like a pearl on a string of Midwestern October beauties. Warm air, puffy cumulus, wild flowers, and a field recently shorn for hay welcomed me and Henrietta for a stroll.
“I just got a job as a personal assistant, the first job offer in a very long time. And I got it because I am vaccinated.” He smiles, happy for the opportunity. Knowing that he replaced a person who didn’t take the vaccine.
I participated in the 2021 Inktober challenge of drawing something in ink everyday in October in response to a list of prompts. I made a video...
We ask What can we do What are the offerings that can be made
Butterflies playA long gameOver short lives,Ephemeral, eternal,Born to the swing
I was listening to the Minutemen’s Double Nickels on the Dime this week when I realized I had never seen a picture of Mike Watt before.
Trees snow, seagulls screech...
Autumn skies whisper softly despondently
imagine a front yard
extending toward the center
of the street, twice as far back then
when this street was narrow
and still made of dirt
in a place named for rivers and wildlife
a sturdy facade belies a buckling form
how long has it been since voices and laughter
filled the interior of this now fragile frame
The last sign of the zodiac
The final stop in the cycle
It contains a little bit of everything
that came before it
at points rushing
and at other parts still
Not one or the other
but both at once
As a newlywed, I struggled to make roti, the most basic staple food of my culture. By definition, a staple food should be simple to make but roti and I were not gelling together. How...
“If the core of man’s spirit is fueled by new experiences, why do so many people do the same things over and over… day in and day out?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.