The Dynamics of Groove

song selector

i play the music and select the songs there’s a crate next to me and it contains every emotion i plan to hit this evening out of all the songs on all the albums art within art of pairing the right song with the right moment out of all the songs on all the albums…

poem for starlight

in the night sky i can trace my finger and find the shapes that make a map the stars feel bumpy to the touch but smooth and warm i can tell they are bright when i look at them i see purple and blue and i could dive right into the deepness of them i…

nightime flowers

She twirled the little flower by pressing her fingers together. She brought it to her nose inhaling the scent. She laid back and stretched the flower above her then let it fall into her hair. She did this until her hair was decorated with little flowers. She looked at the sky and thought how it…

as the bandage came off

The woman had bandages around her back and her arm. She didn’t bleed any longer. The wound had mended. Instead, a heavy stiffness and ache permeated her body. She had fevered dreams. While she slept she sweated the sickness out. She jolted and turned in her sleep as if even her dreams gave her no…

the stone within her hand

In the morning under the hot sun, she peered closer to a smooth stone about the size of her palm. She held it close to her eyes in between her hands. It was smooth on all sides and the color of an eggshell. She turned it over several times in her fingers. No edges, divets…

a trail of smoke

away from the beach and the setting sun away from the sound of waves and the waving grass away from the distant mountains glowing red with the last light of day away from the canopy of rustling trees with jasmine scented air traveling through their branches away from the trickling river that ebbed and flowed…

pool of fishes

she dipped her hand into clear water and waited all of the sudden a fish lifted its head and kissed her finger another fish swam over and another and another and she smiled as they let her glide her hand over their scales it started to rain she looked up and as she did a…

the sea cave by the beach

No one knew about the sea cave down by the beach. When the waves thundered onto shore and sea spray hit the rocks, there was a craggy opening by the side around the bend. Water flowed in and splashed along the walls. But in the early morning, when it was misty, you could walk inside…

in the deep

Under the water is a menagerie of beings glowing bright. It is like ballons under the water. When you sink down to the bottom, you hold you hands up and feel nothingness (which feels like something). It makes you want to cry, but not because of pain — from something else. And the quiet listeners…

Her name is Hina

There is an old lady who calls to the ocean. She puts up her hands and it speaks to her. Her hair is silver. She’s been here for so long, but you could never tell how old she was. Her face is so smooth like a stone that has washed up on shore. Like one…