Words

banter

listen to your selfget to know your doubt doubt not that you are listening: we are not thoughtwe are perception we are the skies raining out  the bird is the mountain sound its own w/ringing out  we drop the banter and the wind blows it about.  # -excerpt of daily-ness, one of today's: "banter" by… Continue reading banter

nothing personal

reflection of bright light fractured on a pale wall

there is a little thing and it is understood there are many things. a small thing can often be the heaviest. and to challenge oneself we must look at the small things as important aspects of character and reality.  one’s character is a reality. an understanding of a lack of trustworthiness means people's lies are… Continue reading nothing personal

what if gravity is not what we think?

three sheets of grey paper staggered and layered w minimal marks of sharpie, black paint, and turqiouse patina from copper along with this piece of writing

change is perceived and we call it TIME. IMAGINE space is a plasma-like substance and TIME is the movement of mass which creates variable waves in all directions. waves create dimensions. whether planets, light or energy - mass is moving and changing. we observe it from our perspective. and so, OUR perspective is TIME. TIME… Continue reading what if gravity is not what we think?

july 29 3:55 am

red drapes in daylight

you can write about a million things and none can make it true. there is something in you. you can listen and change how you do. the head pounds. the breath continues. and sometimes the keys come out because you can't fall asleep. there is something to get to. something calling the fingers to move. … Continue reading july 29 3:55 am

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i dreamt of you. primordial you. you were a scarab scorpion crab centipede, crawling and pinching only me. you were rooted to my scent and your legs lopped babies off from the feet. they began round and then grew as they popped off of you, lasted only a few. which is why they came quickly… Continue reading 42

dreams

after this body i will become the sun time drop from me a cold fire long restless night succumb light burn dreams from my eyes time rise in steam i cry. image of a sketch by nicole garlando

connect

as the days we sit alone become many more. nature holds us together, just as before. connect with me by way of the trees. notice how the sky holds you in its heart. we are together here, feel it and believe. yes, there is harm. yes, there is suffering. yes, there will be more. remember… Continue reading connect