the third nine looks back to the side flipped all the fires. any card (any thing that exists/object/idea/person/thing) does not exist alone, if we consider the empty; it is not even alone in its -ness maybe. 9wands third in after 2 rotating again. let's consider- 9 in relation to 8 and to 0 empty again.… Continue reading *all these wands*
up and away the sky booms. we crawl from the roof like old baboons. limpid* souls. low and steady. in front of a storm to set a few. i find her. the rain is warm and we run through. we close all the doors. open certain windows, the rain blows round, full blooms. for every… Continue reading LIMPID | definition in the _ dictionary › limpid6 days ago — limpid meaning: 1. clear and transparent: 2. clearly expressed and easily understood: 3. clear and transparent: . Learn more.
i am grateful to conduct interview dialogues with people of different place, experience and belief on ideas of self/not; time; wondrous things; and unanswerable questions. in 2014 i began to collect audio interviews on my travels and where i live. since then they have been used as accompaniment in the classes and workshops i facilitate;… Continue reading HUMAN INTERVIEWS
catch me in that dream again i remember quite clearly: i wake in a small tall house with three levels curtains billow through sun beams and open panes there is a dog on each floor, sleep / waking i am there with love who is away just now and will be home again a sense… Continue reading the dream again
clocking time watch the years go by dance fills the space a partner left to right inside sit books now full i write dream made visible after paint dries you arrive are whole here while all of time describes nothing and no time as everything sentient to some continue in death a life. image: screenshot… Continue reading clocking dance inside i dream you are here all nothing and everything to continue a life.
The light comes quick to take it down in words the moon without a sound records the room of people in a time of talking round. Round and round about some other; lives creep smaller in. A judgement made immediately by them, by me. We make society and power through our discontent. My judgement reflects… Continue reading It’s me
youvenever heardof me. youvenever heardof your dislike for me or your disrespect. nevershared this as a home. neverfelt allthatyou see as not yourown. youvenever heardof your adoration for me, your kindness. nevertimed connection in trees. neverfelt love peace or fear with the idea of me, or the real. youvenever heardof re-recognizing what you see. neverlearned patterns of perception… Continue reading nevereven
"That one thing that I thought mattered, maybe it didn't matter. Or maybe it doesn't matter now." (Chip Willis 15Dec2016) (29December-13Jan, 2016) I had a vision years ago during a shaman trance. I was a golden hawk. I lifted you up near water from tall, green grass. You were a small, dark snake. Fast I flew with you, and… Continue reading I am Pan: the #
still from video by cole (me) justin and ella in iteration of "matches" (2015) Seen here is a duet and the first time Justin and Ella met. I am addicted to the phone, the computer. I cannot be in a room without the phone (unless i do. then i can) I feel like i need it, to… Continue reading techs mechs
18Jan2017 the 'shooter' was in fact an OSU student in plain sight with no gun but a knife. the shots fired, which killed Abdul Razak Ali Artan, were from large scales of police that surrounded him outside at mid-day. He was dead before the campus alert to stay away from the 'active shooter' area was texted simultaneously to hundreds… Continue reading Dear Sirs,
Listening to people. Their lives. Walking home on Sunday I stop to talk to a man and his dog. We speak deeply, quickly. He brings up time and humanity which has me telling him about the interviews I’ve been collecting over the last few years. How the process is “unmooring me” as another friend has put… Continue reading walkeye and the time-being
rings in my thinking. moves in my body. it bleeds me. i drip languid over a night. she lay, side by side. she wakes laying cry. Still there. He, a rough feminine. flinging in thoughts. running through a body. it bleeds a heart. i drip languid over a night. i lay, she. wake rough, so ready.… Continue reading the sacred feminine