to the way in which despite the cuts from endless sources the emerging growth an interruption of thought glimmers softly along your walk please pay close attention
Category: Poems
Storytelling is like…
Pretty much all storytelling is summed up in this gif. Guy is enjoying regular stuff like drinking tea. He experiences problem (hearing something that’s bullshit) and RUINING the tea! Takes in the total impact of the situation, realizes he MUST do something! Obstacle #1:it’s far away! Solution: doesn’t matter, he can fly Obstacle #2: there’s…
space music cruisin ✨✨✨
It had been a while since I listened to this playlist I'd created and been adding to. There's some fun things in here though — enjoy! It's glitchy, bassy, funky, sweaty eclectic music. ✨✨play me ✨✨
as i sit
as i stood beside the rails crack of lightening eminating to my fingertips thinking of you signs come to me they say “in case of emergency take this secret passage over here” they tell me about another train one that will pick me up when (if?) we get stuck and there is also the power…
random thoughts
i have not written in poet format in ages but tonight i am listening to my space music i am floating over obstacles and it is magical it is the only way this is less of a poem and more of a poetic description incription of what i will write what will be it’s more…
hit by a poem
I was listening to Boards of Canada’s “Reach For The Dead” at work and out of the blue, lyrics. Words forming that wouldn’t quiet down or pass until I had written them down. Ok, poem. I hear you. today I was plucked out of the oppression of time and placed into the void vacuum of space…
spring time
waiting for the lady in the mountains whose footsteps reveal the greenery vibrancy underneath and from the earth whose voice echoes against rock and through canyons who calls across distances to awaken who stirs the blood with eyes like fire who welcomes weary travelers with springs of water who points the way and shows how…
directed
when the waves were crashing endlessly when thunderous the animal inside staring back from between grasses when the voice amplified too loud to ignore they chuckled nervously shifting eye contact between them looking for places to point their fingers they were confronted with a mirror so clear so visible the violations and yet one scoffed…
to be written
whistle on the tracks high pitched hum the shake and sway while my fingers catch letters words fly forward like a typewriter punching keys the page is not as empty as it once was the music continues streaming endlessly a beat linked together like the words they combine together form a picture with no picture…
shifting viewpoints of the night sky
night sky a blanket that is not smoothed out the light from a full moon can be piercing making eyes water bright and blurry until shifting gaze looking differently into the distance the nuances of the moon’s exterior are in full view detail takes my breath and gives it to the beauty of the moment …
The Dynamics of Groove 