one day one night

one day the stars looked down on you and gently  kissed your lips it was like watching a pond filled with water where drops from rain all the sudden dropped and rippled out to the banks where water meets earth one night when all the animals slept so peacefully i could hear you walking it…

vision to not give up

there is something else  in the distance yes, i see it seems like i am far off but it’s only a mental trick a delusion and i’m not buying it partially because i can’t afford to in the distance is a vision of a bolder person bright and shining dynamic fluid graceful and i am…

I used to sleep

HYPNOS: I used to sleep. I used to sleep and dream. Dream about sheep. Just kidding — I never dream about sheep. Sheep are boring and expected. Still they are cuddly and innocuous little beings. Eating their grass. Baa-ing. Wandering around. Eating more grass. Laying down… what do you think a sheep thinks like?  Do…

what is it like?

More inspiration writing for the play that is a part of the San Francisco Olympians Festival on the god of nonviolent death, Thanatos. Incidentally, I’ll be interviewed about the play along with Veronica Tjioe by fellow writer, Jovelyn Richards, who is the host of a radio program on KPFA, Jovelyn’s Boutique. This will be on Wednesday…

the sea of flowers that covered the land

One day as she was walking, bright vibrant spots of color captured her attention. Looking around it was as though she was in a sea filled with bits of a broken rainbow. She realized they were hundreds of flower petals of all shapes and sizes. Each with their delicate silky edges drifting past her feet…

dedicated to practice

to showing up to moving forward despite injuries or illness to discovering something deep within  hidden potential  pure will to never saying no  to never quitting  to not believing that the odds are stacked against you to betting on yourself to incessant curiosity  creativity to the space to experiment  to experience  to wonder to waiting…

the unanswered question

The man looked at the worn piece of paper that the little man had given him. He hadn’t seen this in ages. And as he looked at it he was still astonished that he was holding it his hands once again. “How did you find this?” “It was given to me…” The little man grabbed…

around the corner from something unknown

“Where are we?” The bird only cooed in response, looking at her with anticipation. Something was different. Where was the river? Where was the forest? Where was the twinkling light of the sunrise in the morning? No, this was a great empty hall and a hallowness — a sound she had never heard before. It…