a friend once told me a story he said “if someone is to get hurt let it be me” let it be me in moments where anxiety produces the feeling of irritation separation from society a feeling of hopelessness i ask the same if there is to be pain, let it come from me i…
Tag: creative writing
black heron
raindrop rolling right of the wing black feathers water sits on top like a little transclucent blob little pebble with a bright ray of light sparkling little drops of water rest on top bird holds its feathers fanned out protecting the ground giving shelter to itself like the cover it provides under its beautiful wings…
your own champion
who does this outside pressure come from? who is it that tells you that you somehow fall short? who tells you that you need to fit in? even though sometimes it seems that the space was meant for square blocks and you’re a round peg the message you get is not accurate even if it…
the five questions
To get back to the stream from the mountains and through the forest. Back nearby the old small house where incense sometimes drifted from the windows. Back to the place where she would float on top of the water. Where she would skip stones across the flat surfaces of side pools of water that collected…
a song for returning
we are coming back coming back into ourselves remembering the past remembering who we used to be we are remembering how to walk softly treading the earth with care with every step there is a chance to shift deeper into the ground we walk upon we are coming back to understanding where we are from…
power of two
power of two two hands two feet two legs two that join power of one that persuades another power of one that joins to form two power of unison power of two that know no bounds power of the two that find strength power of two power of two who do twice as much power…
beyond the veil
Imagine that the night sky is a blanket made of deep velvet that you could wrap around you. A bird with dark wings flies by. Qiuetly. Softly. Barely makes a sound. Sound of a whisper. Just a flicker of motion in the dimly lit sky. Reflected back in the still water below. The girl thinks…
San Francisco Olympians Festival– support a new play I’m developing
I was trying to think of the various ways to share the indiegogo for the San Francisco Olympians Festival, which is ending soon. I came up with a couple things on facebook. Ways to illistrate its importance to me and how it helps to foster an artistic theater community here in San Francisco. Then, today…
small things
small changes make big differences small things like remembering to breathe deeply to smile to say hi to the people around you to make people laugh to share share food share time share thoughts to make plans to brighten someone’s day to acknowledge where you’re having trouble to know yourself to try something new to…
long shadows by the yellow flowers
drive down the highway into light on the horizon casts a long shadow purple at the edges dust picks up from hills and the scent of the trees in the window when you drive never alone only solitary in thought for a moment before landscape beautiful and haunting at the same time wind is you…
The Dynamics of Groove 