imagine if you could move through the world with no fear no hesitation that every encounter made you stronger more nimble imagine if you didn’t worry about what people say or what they think or if you’re pleasing someone imagine if you recognized parts you didn’t like about yourself and they disappeared that they were…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
simple things
this is a poem for simple things like counting to 10 or finding a penny it’s about alarm clocks and tissue paper it’s about your favorite bag or finding an old receipt it’s about tripping over a stick that is not very big and laughing at that it’s about the glitter that some sidewalks have…
favorite song
favorite song comes on static electricity and the people that know say yes hands outstretched to the sky lights turn to blue flash to magenta now’s the time for your best dance moves or sometimes you just sit back and smile arms laced in back of your head close your eyes nod to the beat…
the twelve paintings
The day after the rain stopped, the girl came upon a kind of cave. It was a makeshift shelter built from the natural deepening of the rock. There were twelve paintings or groupings of markings inside. It was evening and the light from the moon was the only way she could see inside. Tracing her…
water whisperers
i know people who whisper to water who by lake sides and giant pools trickling streams and expansive oceans lean into the water’s edge and you see them skipping smooth stones you see them walking endlessly on the shore along the banks where sand and dirt and rock meet water who stop to look out…
Theater Around The Bay: In Every Ending, A Beginning
Barbara Jwanouskos, thinking, remembering. My first teacher in playwriting – really, the first teacher that taught me how to write and parse out creative thought – was Naomi Iizuka. Among many things that have stuck with me over time is how she would describe beginnings and endings. She asked us to take notice and reflect…
a million sacred spaces for every 100 feet
there are a million sacred spaces in the span of 100 feet and each step you take is setting a foot on one they are invisible and each is very precise because there are many different kinds of ways the world in which we live can be sacred some are very small so small that…
fog moves in the hills
the fog misty sits in the hills low covering the ground and grey cloud so soft transparent put your hand through it but could never hold onto it dark green grasses reach up when the clouds drift low and sometimes the way the moon shines as the wind moves looks like a silent song where…
space to pause
catch my breath and look out into the void and i forget where i am for a second but it’s the kind of flash that happens in an instant in a lifetime staring back into nothing blink of an eye opening to the world in the seat of the unknown in liminal space and liminal…
The Dynamics of Groove 