On the Beach
The aura was real, as far as I could tell. It was as if I was seeing the electricity that animates the world. As if my eyes could see the electromagnetic radiation waves that are always pulsing over us unseen.
Kitaro, The Dead, and Queequeg Walk Into a Bar
Peak moments. Lucid moments. Insight. Understanding. Clarity. Enlightened moments. What fun.
Something's Happening
There may be nothing new under the sun, but there are always new ways to let it shine.
Math and Aftermath
Who of them will come to be? How many of them are you and me?
If You Know, You Know
If you have been living with CPTSD, you will probably get this. If not, it is simply designed to make you go, "huh?"
The Boy Who Stayed: A Lifetime of Healing
The idea that all of us adults have an inner child is silly. Which is the point.
Subvert
fuck art make noise
It's All One Story
I am not a disciplined writer. I don't even like to call myself a writer. I don't get writer's block. I get writer's fright. I've said this before. Why does writing frighten me? Because when writing, I can't lie. I can't hide.
i bargained for salvation
i used to buy opium from a guy who wore renfaire clothing and always made me listen to him sing 'shelter from the storm' i just cut ties with a grifter poet who'd been grooming me for a few months, i don't know what
all i have are these words
And I Think to Myself...
Part 1 of 2
Open the Cage Door
I'm on a short bridge, standing on a milk crate for a better view. A tribe of gorillas inhabits the creek-side below. The creek is known as Blood River, but nobody knows why. There is a beat up old suitcase somewhere near... well, somewhere, anyway. There is