Self Portrait 1

Sitting still in the quiet of the snoring deep back ex-study,purpled sky double down and pockedSnow packed and drifty as dreams on the tongueSqueachy rubbersoled double-knot weatherproof winterboots ooze their trekked tale slowly into the carpets ear;looking for, no, sifting through the... stop.rummaging around between folds of grey matter, electricity,¬†somewhere between there seems to be … Continue reading Self Portrait 1

A Scream Echoing from Sleep

When it all comes crashing down, really all comes crashing down, you won't be here. Your son will be in his forties, something will spark and the killing will start, the open forests of our country will darken with blood, small fires will burst from spark, souls will flood abandoned homes they will find their … Continue reading A Scream Echoing from Sleep

The Mindfully Quiet One

I'm just sitting here, working on being quiet of the mind, yes, "The mindfully quiet one" imagining my energy emitting from some pit just above my diaphragm. A small, white spark getting larger as I breathe, overcoming me, taking me in its bright cleanliness. Now watching it rocket into a pillar, far into the night … Continue reading The Mindfully Quiet One

A Stroke of Thought: Defining

We're always looking to define ourselves, looking for that moment in which someone will look up shining and say, "yes, you are that which you say you are." the issue that poses from here is that it creates a false sense of progression; it plants the idea that the definition of self is what must … Continue reading A Stroke of Thought: Defining