recording available: flight-of-the-phoenix-051407.mp3 analogy made verse.

sometimes, i really make myself angry with myself for bothering. but damn it, damn it, why?

i met a bodhisattva today, actually, i met three one in the bathroom, one on a boat, one who held a register key i walked the streets of tarpon for the moment, blissful, free smiling to see them as i did as well for how they smiled to me

today is, i think, a creative day. it has that feeling. i think it may be response to the news that a friend of a friend has died. not sure. whatever the reason, there is a creative storm brewing. i feel it like barometric pressure in the brain. in the blood. no ‘more’ tag this time. just running. for now. wrote a crappy bit of ‘american haiku’. hah. what a contradiction. but here it is: crawling, like a babe soon to run like a grown up only to fall down life is a red scrape bandaids upon the spirit never […]

stranger, almost stranger, not stranger, doesn’t matter which you are, i love you. you’d have to know me to know how true it is, but don’t feel like you have to know me. just know that i love you anyway, regardless, and just because. watching from distance, not needing to know your name; just seeing you, there, is beauty to me. live. love. laugh. believe. you ARE loved.

good stars above, this may be a ramble from my toes.

meet me in the canyon, just past dusk, where whispers sound like promises and night transmutes all lust, where shudders and sighs never tell lies where love is free and is fair where the thoughts and the skies are unendingly wise forever forever lives there

someone asked ‘what is sanity?’ and lo, the following ran off my fingertips like raindrops. hah. i dub it ‘an insane ramble’.

yes, i’m talking to you.

archival. a moment in which different choices are made, and the knowing of them as such.