Tag: art

   You’re gonna hear me cry, in the morning as the sun lights the horizon. I’m heading out and I’m never turning back. This time it’s a one-way ride. Out past the beaches, past the tides, to where the water turns from blue to black. I’m gonna go out like an albatross fishing where there … Continue reading Albatross →

. Rolling clouds and thunder pass. Miles away, and miles high. Parched ground begging for rain. Wildfires cough grey smoke up into the horizon. Scent of a dry spring. Things green up slow, and even the insects find hard purchase. This is an angry season. Most folks just smile. Fire evacuees fill up the local … Continue reading Prairie Fire →

  Prisoner. Locked in. Always more out there than you imagine. Not strong. Not fair. Stepping out past the line where you are aware. Some days I know it gets harder to make all the machines go. Slipping that stranglehold gets harder the longer you stay in it. The world gets darker by the minute. … Continue reading Saving Others →

  I remember when I stopped. trying to escape the sunlight. Used to live under the stars and watch the moon traverse her way across Heaven. I used to tell myself that the cold anonymity of the dark was “freedom,” but in truth, I was convinced I was a monster, and I lived in fear. … Continue reading Monsters in Daylight →

  What is more? Are you growing out of bounds? Pushing past your limitations now? Have you finally come down? Resting your feet on solid ground. There were times I loved to watch you run. Take off like a bullet from a gun. Strange how you amazed everyone, but never quite had your time in … Continue reading Slow →

  You know, it’s all about taking small steps. You know, you can’t run if you can’t walk. you know, if it’s worth doing, it ain’t easy. You know, you’ll learn more by listening, than if you talk. That doesn’t mean that we won’t get frustrated, wish the world would celebrate us for doing all … Continue reading Getting There →

   Deliberate movements of your body, of the world. Meditations used to soothe, break free of expectations. There is something more to this, not just a playground in its station. Not just a series of events, ending in a mortuary. Flow through the motions you were taught, until you reach a new thing. Keep curious … Continue reading Traveller Through Time →

  Straighten up. Feel the worry wash away. This is fire. This is water. This is air. Earth under us, but only sky above. Blue of a million hues, breaking kaleidoscopic. No integer inferred, there is no measurement, meant for this equation. Only you, as you were, plus who you will be. Divide the path … Continue reading 05.07.23 →

  Deliberate movements of your body, of the world. Meditations used to soothe, break free of expectations. There is something more to this, not just a playground in its station. Not just a series of occurrences, ending in a mortuary. Flow though the motions you were taught, until you reach a new thing. Keep curious … Continue reading Liminality →

  Shake the static off your blurred edges. I can feel along your sketches, that skin, the yellow chaos inside you. Compliment your face, all “X’d out” eyes and brilliant grin, faded brains, but I can’t say I blame you. Your foundations were built on slick delta mud, confused by construction that outpaced your tired … Continue reading In The Earthquake Zone →

  Cheating in, one foot at a time. Changing angles, gaining a new line of sight. This isn’t what it was even just a little while ago. These walls that once protected us, then confined us, now lay on their sides as paved roads. It’s so hard to know just what it is we’re hearing. … Continue reading Touching Our Potential →

  Lay me down, just for a moment. I want to feel the dirt beneath me. Touch the dust that brought me up this far. Nurtured me when I was growing scars where I had come apart. Sensing a subtle change in the air, not only one new vector. Strange. I recognize this place, though … Continue reading 04.30.23 →

   We’re gonna let it slip away. Gonna commit the same mistake as everyone who came before us, everyone we put down in our lives. Thought that we were better, smarter, stronger. But we were deceived, just like our fathers. Weaker than we received credit. Allowed to live when we should have died. Parents die, … Continue reading Magic Beans →

. Send dreams, to close the doors in my head. Send dreams, so that I don’t forget, who I could be, and who I’ve been. Send dreams, so that I cannot ignore the truth. Remind me of what I’m supposed to do. Don’t let me wander out of view. Send dreams, to torment me in … Continue reading Send Dreams →

  Stay off “Old Snape’s Hill.” That’s where the bad kids go. The ones who don’t have good parents. The ones who do bad things. If you go there, you will burn for disobeying those that love you. It’s not safe up there for little ones. So, stay off “Old Snape’s Hill.” Don’t go under … Continue reading “Old Snape’s Hill” →

  The idea of you. Who you are in this world, or the next. In this moment, a distillation of a thousand years of ancestors. But you’re just starting to fade. Who are you? Riddle in your consciousness tricks you into believing you’re the truth, or that you know who you really are, but your … Continue reading Who You Are →