The vision that followed didn’t make any sense. A certain part of the forest had trees standing as if in a line. It was incredible how lined up they were, actually, as if someone had grown them from seed. In this part of the forest, he saw the girl running. But she was just a…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
prayer
the type of prayer that shakes the type of prayer that moves the type of prayer that bubbles the type of prayer that soothes the type of prayer that speaks words across the boundaries words into the unknown the type of prayer translucent in the light wavering between boundaries unimpacted by time the type of…
the seer
The man had been in the village for quite a while. For him, days felt like years in the village. Our in the forest, years felt like days. He had seen many things that gave him hope at finding the answers he seeked. There was the old man with book with mysterious origins. There were…
song from the stars
when the stars shine out to night they’ll sing you a song and it will be traquil like two morning doves sitting on the fence it’s just a short moment but if you believe it will last forever
destruction
there are some days where a deep anger bubbles to the surface and i were a volcano all you’d see is lava flowing down destroying everything in its path there are some days when there is no voice of reason there is only fear directing everything squeezing everything so that i wish something would pop…
The Real World – Theater Edition: Interview With Alex Spieth
Barbara Jwanouskos starts your Pride with an interview with Alex Spieth! I met Alex Spieth at Carnegie Mellon. She was one of the BFA Actors in her senior year and was in a collaborative class in TV Writing/Acting/Directing. Albeit, the class, at the time, was mainly focused on the classic sit-com three camera format, but…
a heartbeat
what does it matter hot and cold? cool breeze on an evening or warm sunny bench at midday what’s it like to be in between those worlds? one foot on each place over the boundary on the edge of reality how does it feel to be without words? the deepness the richness of experience touched…
dust
there are moments of seclusion when a crowd a whole group of people of the past reach across time and speak to you it may be through pictures it may be from long forgotten words uncovering ancient histories uncovering the truth uncovering and peeling back the layers that have caked on there is dust to…
sleep
oh right sleep i remember you i remember the kind of dreams deep that draw you in and hold you i remember the comfort of sheets the comfort of a mattress the comfort of a pillow room that’s the perfect temperature and airflow yes, breeze while you sleep dream fall into the other land fall…
the shock of clean water
the thing about a stream of rushing water on a hot day is that the cold is very shocking you’d think the sun’s warmth would make the water warm too but the water makes you gasp deeply for air as if someone pierced you in your chest the thing about very cold, rushing, running water…
The Dynamics of Groove 