i wish that i could say that i had made a string of friends. alas, i didn't know to knot and they all slipped off the ends.
April 29, 2020
Category: Poetry
short walk long ride long walk long shift long walk long ride short walk and tomorrow i have to do laundry
July 25, 2020
when i hold that molten light between my palms i wonder if that golden balm was netted in ancestral fingers to soothe away the fear of never ending winter with the primal warmth of the memory of dawn.
February 9, 2021
when we don't see eye to eye that's the quiet place we need to be to pare open the soft underbelly of lies disguised as truth and set free that uncomfortable unrest that roots like a sharp spine through entrails of self delusion until some pale meaty bone breaks through salty soil and we are once again warmed by the flame of hungry intellect sparked by fifty- five million years of primate evolution when at last we see eye to eye.
February 12, 2021
despair begets cynicism
cynicism begets apathy
apathy begets immobility
immobility begets self-pity
self-pity begets depression
depression begets deterioration
deterioration begets death
from death comes life
hope begets faith
faith begets understanding
understanding begets wisdom
wisdom begets inspiration
inspiration begets innovation
innovation begets independence
independence begets life
January 3, 1997
cornered animals need no forgiveness we don't go to hell at all you know
1995
I am not sorry:
I like closed doors.
December 23, 1995
I am a butterfly but only the worm part (I have no wings).
September 18, 1998
seashell nestled in the sand at the bottom of the sea. empty. completely filled. content.
circa 1995
normal people are so bright they blind me and i have to look away look down they say 'you are well liked' and the words run like water between my fingers as i stumble on the icy sidewalk in the dark on the way to the bus and repeat my mantra be at peace be at peace
March 2020
