Hands in the grass and feet shake off the sand from this, my walk along the beach. Sunny skies? No, not today. It was grey and misty. The clouds moving us forward like the world wanted us to stay still and silent. Whisper to me in the breeze is what it told us. And in…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
extraction wounds
There was no one around. It was a small cabin that no one knew about and no one could find. Outside, rain dripping down soaking everything in sight. A hard knock at the door, but the woman lying on the floor couldn’t get up. Stuck between worlds, this one was. The knock came again. She…
The Real World, Theatre Edition: Interview with Edna Miroslava Raia
Barbara Jwanouskos talks to one of SF’s longest running local activist artists. The day after Valentine’s, Justin Keller, Founder of Commando.io, penned an open letter to San Francisco’s Mayor Ed Lee and Police Chief Greg Suhr complaining of the city’s homeless problem leaving many questioning whether he understood the complexity of the issue and had…
from the stars to here
Piece by piece pieces of my soul, my being – a galaxy swirling into being this cloud of rainbow light and i was like “huh? what’s happening to me?!” but i knew despite the discomfort that it was good smiling faces with outstretched hands as i took my first steps i didn’t know what to…
within the forest
Deep within the forest is a secret pool of cold, still water. Where ripples rebound to the outer edges of the rock. Where moonlight and sunlight and starlight shimmer on the surface. They are the ones welcome to play here day by day. If you dipped your toe into this secret pool of cold, clear…
when the lights go dark, i dance
This is June Bug. She puts on lipstick in the rear view window of her car as she sits outside a club with thumping bass. Dark red looks like velvet. Tastes like plastic wax. June Bug looks at groups of people frolic into the club. Stroll in seemingly casually. And she feels an affinity with…
Girl on the skateboard
Girl on the skateboard rides down the block past houses with seemingly no one in them. Girl on the skateboard sees images pass her by. Nothing is distinct. Girl on the skateboard feels the grit of the pavement beneath her feet. Girl on the skateboard pushes along. How fast can I go? Can I go…
inhale the world
dew-scented mornings pulling breeze from a golden sun seriousness left behind and all that remained was laughter filling the air if dancing among rosy clouds meant spending time with knowing a deep burning fire would fill me with a spark of inspiration beginning again would release self mispersceptions and heal the jagged edges of time…
Footsteps in the snow
The leaf on the stairs was a gift from a friend. Shadows turned sideways when I walked into your being. It was cold out — much more than I am accostomed to since I’m from more temperate climates. You didn’t think it was anything to have a girl looking through the window. It wasn’t big…
stillness of an evening
Girl stands on the porch balcony looking over a setting sun. Air’s misty and thick, swirling little clouds that look like something might happen when nighttime comes. Looking out to the world there’s this huge body of water. Still and quiet. Barely a ripple even with tugboats and ferries tracing their way across its glassy…
The Dynamics of Groove 