until you have madeit with your own two hands Silly Puddy in your palms the way God once held us
existentialism
Death
opens as a lotus petal all at oncein all directions under the kind pressureof twilight a translucentblue topaz feeling disappearing into an ancient softness
Cyberspace
had a way of telling us we could never have it better in this light, in your liver, the future became unusually gentle a machine deitya bronze mirrora moment of medicine and voices and teachings and sentience upon the trillions of piles of earth.
The Tao is broken, too
Murky and flimsy. Weakand empty. Dark. Dangling. Depressed. Deep hunger pangs. Dying on the vine. Ignoble onpurpose. Groundless and buriedlike emeralds or silent and boundless as jackrabbits in the grateful dead of a Western New York snowstorm in March.
Listen to the Wild
be wounded with her be empty and homelesswith herbe a light among her trees the turquoise darknessat 3:20 amencounter her be exquisite with herponder her like the longpour of a Guinness at an Irish pub on a slow nighttake a measure of hercrystal beauty her stained-glass beauty awake in her stomachheal with herbend with her have faith in her next breath dare to land with […]
Mindfulness Is Not
1. A religion 2. An answer 3. A way to feel successful 4. A way to improve yourself 5. A cult 6. A scientific explanation 7. How the brain should work 8. A way of life for the enlightened 9. Ancient 10. New 11. Good for you Mindfulness is a deliberate choice, each moment, to observe […]
Heaven and Earth
I am left timeless. My skin is timeless. Like the rusty mercury gauge in an old Chevy. I am gazing upon Christ. I am aggressive.My density is aggressive. I am an out of body experience. My blood pressure drops to zero. I am a cardiac arrest. The feeling of absolute resolution. I am the hangings, shootings, and burnings. I […]
Another Letter to the Editor
I think I know whyI like this piece. It’s what I strive forin everything I do. It disrupts everyone. From Generation Z to the Greatest Generation, this one has something to unnerve and destabilizeeveryone’s moral justice. No quarter. Almost no socialor political allegiance. Just one man’s interpretation based on experience. There is a certain purity in that which makes […]
Whispering
Under a dying Sycamorea soft handsimply rises on my chest bringing something closeto comfortso lonely and satisfied.
Driving Through Seattle
Drizzled.Plundered.Poured.Like sunlight.Like religion.Like sleet againsta car window.I am a gorgeouscatastrophe