it isn’t as if i am ignorant of reality. not as if i do not know how ‘this’ goes. first, there is the establishment of ‘the problem’ — the reason why it’s hopeless, utterly, and even though the legal leash is still there, it’s ok. we can pretend it isn’t. yeah. right. momma always said i was cynical, but seems to me the leash is a comfort whenever i see a teacup yorkie straining from across the street after a german shepard lounging, tongue lolling out with laughter, content to let the yappy have his moment for knowing full well […]
concept: book/album cover
having received a request to consider a spoken word album and perhaps a chapbook, the following digital play to create a concept for covers. feels like vanity… but perhaps it isn’t. regardless, i enjoyed making this.
Lost Pages, the Diary of Hera
there’s a reason no one ever talks about how we met. so gauche to speak of the trysting of gods. some suitable telling of cyclic means, conveniently amnesiac for the before of the before of the before. it started when we said it did, of course. would you raise the ire of a god to question it? i thought not. so.
nome de plume
tribute to a friend, and an idea that did not die, despite the trying of some…
key frame, stone, ring
it is said for each, seven keys are made. commonality that weaves and runs through nothingness until meeting. each meeting, a doorway, each doorway, a lesson, each lesson, a step closer to freedom.
makes me miss it…
this conference reminds me of the fun i’m missing. http://www.nyls.edu/pages/5057.asp not much more. poetry later. but for now, idling with ginger ale, cats, and loose thoughts of not much at all. :)