Side by side, a tusk, a snout, vibrations lead the kingdom. Another day, another climate, a goose flies ahead, & the rest follow. an earth creature, it’s me, this is… I. I do not fly, but I sing, and that it all I ever bring: to you. a heart song, a beat, like an elephant […]
Glad my name’s not Will. Coronavirus has reminded me that although I’m young and healthy-ish, I could die tomorrow. It’s more plausible to occur from a bike accident than some novel zoonotic vector but the point remains that death is always ahead of us at some point, someday, whether rain or sunshine. I’ve never been […]
I thought my heart was broken. It’s seen nothing yet.My tenses are off because what happened, is a life primer. like “pre” school or whatever. Not a thing or verse or word can prepare us for the worst. I’m alone, but I’m fine. Just doin’ time. Without my Mom and Dad,there’s not a me.And that’s […]
I’m lonely sometimes but it’s fine. I have music. & when i don’t hear eloquence, i make it. Everybody is cleaning, but I bet vacuums would say “Sucking doesn’t suck.” Literacy, meet your competition: #machineDreams One of the greatest inventions of the 21st century is the text message. It was created for the deaf and […]
mountain, nautical: ships sail before fall, west, to east. moving, to peace. .. a shoreline’s dance hall, is where i’ve seen it all. .. world, sky, ‘hi, glance, bye.’ (shy) (mountain) (i) and wind, how everything begins. ///// heaven, i would love to meet you. listen? <pray> believe? >okay<
shoreline leads water to sea, mountains reach ever on for sky. land, home, symmetry. earth in my hands, love in my song. pianist, playing, poet, reading, lover, dreaming… and i laugh oh yes i do, ’cause ‘home’ is art, ’tis here, in my heart.
(but still perhaps a rebel) If you asked a dancer why she danced, wouldn’t her movement be the way she expressed her reasons? If you asked an architect why he designed, would he share his building plans he is most proud of to demonstrate his inventive passion? Well, it only makes sense that a writer […]
I used to be a dreamer, and thought oh! I’ll change the world if I can be a citizen journalist at the GOP Convention for Huffington Post. I didn’t make it ~ my video was too “artistic” and I didn’t sell myself as a journalist so much as my dreams for the future of our nation. […]
i overthink so much i end the story before it begins they think i’m bout to party but in fact i’m cashin’ in and this will happen to pretty girls that play with original sin so shoulders back, head up. this is how you win .
