AWAKE BETWEEN ASLEEP AWAKE BETWEEN ASLEEP I had a perfect moment where I was awake between asleep. I could not feel my body my mind was everywhere — everything. I was perfectly weightless — suspended in mid air — yet weighed the sum of everything. Moving forward. Onward. Surely. No time or history, just a moment. A perfect, perfect moment awake between asleep.

US US Hate is a jurisdiction over the undying love that we proclaim as heartless passions and oblivious perversions pass us by silently and we watch as their long tails disappear into the mist. The empty rooms of this house in which we exist smell the putrid smell of hearts afire and…

DREAMS: RUBY SLIPPERS The aliens came from the earth. RUBY SLIPPERS (Dream date: 10/8/08. All dreams are written stream-of-consciousness style and unedited for literary devices. I try to capture them when I wake up in a journal and write them literally as I remember them before their vividness fades from consciousness). I’m on a beach…

ODE TO PLATH ODE TO PLATH To the girl in a bar who’s reason for survival is your words, and to the man discussing it with her also at the bar but for a different reason. To the misunderstood and always ignored for whom mirrors bring comfort and peace where once was a terrible fish. For the things which you wrote in hours of silently suffering madness, there is peace in your rest for those words are release over, and over, and over again.

Something dawned on me the other day. Besides the beautiful irony of the fact that our environment is breathing for the first time in many decades, there is something else to be grateful for during these scary, pandemic-ridden times. At many points last year and even at the beginning of…

I lovingly release any energy that is not my own. I lovingly release any energy that is not my own. I lovingly thank you energy for bringing me lessons. i lovingly release any energy that is not my own. You hear a lot of people talk about palo santo, sage…

DREAM REMIXED DREAM REMIXED swirling paths of conscience stripped away furious strands like flames leaping high off the sun — the burning center that unveils night’s all-too-short and drowsy vividness of freedom — reminding us of moments not to be recreated. tucking away moments to be re-lived only when the center is hidden beneath…

SHINE SHINE beauty holds within its boundaries a certain amount of pain under a mountain of venues that morality asks us to hold. vanity breeds not far from greed and jealousy — nouns all knit closely together with satiability and success, fulfillment and happiness. but beauty. . . beauty is admired and may come from anyone’s heart; seen in anyone’s soul. kindred spirits know that beauty bleeds pain

A Vivid Covid-19 Realization In the midst of the worldwide panic surrounding the Coronavirus pandemic, it can be hard to find a sense of grounding. Yes, there is a novel, mutated virus spreading at exponential rates throughout the human species. No, there are no known cures. Because the virus originated…