Journal #3Survival is nature’s morality. Life on its own is valueless. We give it value.We make it worthsomething,and say it’s so. Like your Aunt’sfavorite pearls or your Uncle’sgolden watch. We are the treefalling with no onethere to hear it crash.
George Cassidy Payne
Clocks
How long would the music be withoutseconds and minutes? The feeling of time is different. Put away your phones. Cover your watches.Eliminate all the telling devices. Play Japanese flutes. And ask how long the musicwill play for. How do you keep track?
Feedback
I am not breaking apart. I am not coming undoneI am not washed up I am breaking open And it’s about time It’s okayI trust my path
Spider Bite
a kissso patient still in themouth a seedcrouching stinglessbuzzing coveredwith pink and emeraldbeadwork
To Leave Something Behind
is our first religion our most primeval ritual to be remembered by those who have been nearly forgotten is the holiest experience
Scene From a Shaker Cemetery
The unmarkedtombstones leavean impression The elemental needto tell someonethat you were here The same reason the cave people in Lascaux wrote on walls The eternal battle betweensimplicity and pride the primal urge to leave a mark on the earth, and the spiritualquest to disappear entirely
I Exist
I am garbagewhite trash a categoryother than my skin I am wastedall of the time with the passing of the centuries a fruitfly intriguedby love
My Future Arrived
unannouncedand uninvited empty-handeddrunk off Benedictine cold, unwelcomein my homeI demanded answersyet it did not move a muscle. Leaningover the railing with a cigarette tumblingout of its mouth making the baby cry over obnoxious conversation that just wouldn’t stopor know where to begin.
