We haven’t room to simply let down our hair and full-Being flow anymore (. . . did we ever? We try at clubs, through music laughter and…… Read more “Flow, Earth”
i dream of rosehip tea.
it was months ago when i picked rosehips along my path home by the sea, slipping each one like a little gold nugget into the pockets of…… Read more “i dream of rosehip tea.”
I cannot write. Cannot write, cannot write cannotwritecannotwrite.There is nothing to say, it’s all been read,saidanddone. I cannot writeright: my idealism won’t countenance these mongrel awkwardnesses, won’tafford…… Read more “Today”
The Ever-Processing Machine
I can’t find my incense. I don’t want to write. I desperately want nothing more than to write. For ever. So then, perhaps I’m just a stymied…… Read more “The Ever-Processing Machine”
Further Always )i’ve a notion tonight that there’s a further way to live than i do, and that it is far from impossible to live. i’ve always…… Read more “Musingly, Further”
~Free-Write Response to Toni Morrison’s Beloved~ Red. The Hated. Manifestation of Desire. Passion which pulls so many into its pool: helpless, raging, drowning, dying. . . Rememory…… Read more “Red.”