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...
God of This New Day 1. I've gone out into the darkness 2. to listen to the silence 3.of this night. 4. I hear the wind rustling through leaves
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
my grandmother told my mother, write nothing down truth was a danger but she called me once,
1. I tried to think of a title for a list 2. I talked with one of my oldest friends and got an idea for a new song 3. I thought more about the song, and I sat down...
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.
For all of us who sleep in tangled and hard places For the ones whose ears are open in the deepest of darkness, listening as poetry stirs
I want to stand in your day Awake. Serenaded with your song. Abloom I open
We’re going the wrong way.Tugging at the long red braid of his beard, Konstantin glares at the maze of jagged boulders ahead as if to intimidate them into clearing a path.
I remember the exact day that I first encountered the theory of memetics. I was lying on a picnic table bench across from my wife in Bishop, CA in July of 2017. We had just finished...