We bumped into one another outside the café in the center of town. Her eyes go wide as she recognizes me, and I can see the quickly hidden shock… time has changed me in ways unexpected, though I suppose the eyes always remain the same… windows of the soul, why would they change? I grin wryly to myself as I approach the table and we have the obligatory welcome hug, ‘So good to see you!!’, she gushes to me… and for a moment, I believe it… the warmth of it rushes over me like arousal, a feeling clean and pure […]
Freedom is a state of mind (2003)
From the archives: Someone said elsewhere: Quote: ——————————————————————————– Freedom comes from within – it’s not fought for, or granted. ——————————————————————————– And of course, many took umbrage. I happen to agree with the poster who said this, and for the same reasons. Freedom is not a state of being, it is a state of mind. People often confuse the two and it seems most propaganda is designed to support that confusion. Freedom is not a state of collective mind, a collective mind does not exist. Freedom is a state of individual mind. Such a state, by definition, cannot be ‘given’ to […]
letter to the monster
Recently, I have thought about the idea of my writing a letter to you. It struck me as unusual for several reasons, not the least of which being that although I have every right to write you the ferociously angry letter I immediately thought of, I never considered doing so as a legitimate way to release the anger I have toward you. Even as I sit here and type, I do not feel that warm flush of anger rising to push the words out of my brain. Very strange, since it is a rare thing indeed to find myself without […]
Morning Thoughts: Interdependence Matters
We may as well fuck off into space because we’re no longer capable of acting like what we are – organic chemistry withing an interdependent environment, within which, all things both require us and are required by us.
she ii
i am two and yet, one, my history splicing us together, we hobble all my life, i have known her presence…different and yet, same debates not quite conscious, vaguely aware of she who dwells within this body, this mind, this spirit – a house divided i am afraid, but not of myself, of my other she who watches, who waits, who hides i know she awaits my weakness in its moment, she will spring to what action, i do not know companion through horror, through fear she is also my power and my strength wonder if she knows how much […]