Maybe life is a… quarry, and I’m a rock. mine, and I’m the vein. whetting stone, and I’m the steel. Maybe I’m a peasant that samurai run their swords through. Maybe I’m butterflies flapping wings in Kyoto that make it rain in Cleveland. Or something else. There’s always something else could be. One never can […]
The Sound of Life
I had all these great ideas for what I wanted write this week, and then I got sidetracked by music. Marilyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday. EPMD. Zap Mama. Antibalas. Music is universal. Even if genre isn’t. My heart beats with rhythm. Take a moment and listen to your inner beat. I’ll wait. Let me mark […]
Still Sittin
Purplish plush wood weaving wedges Lovely ducks nesting kittens a primary colored algorhythm curves and cutaways and stones And i’m still sitting warm yellow lazers of neutrons pouring through glass and mirrors reflecting peace literate consideration shaded perspiration elephant hats not how I imagined