i don’t care who gets the ring who wears it who has the lamps and the cleaning supplies and don’t you know there are hearts now everywhere? like the kind that said hellooooo and after a long yawn and that the stuff is no longer here i don’t care split it a million ways and…
Tag: memory
this sounds so familiar
bells ring across the land the chord structure sounds familiar and sad and i’m trying to remember go back in my memory playing the notes backwards the beat is inside out and someone sings in spanish, which makes me cry i’m breathing at a pace that seems reasonable but i don’t know if the fog…
raindrop home
i am inside a raindrop i live in it it is exhilarating to fall from the sky people don’t know this but as you’re falling the world comes into view yet backwards — isn’t that interesting? before i lived in the raindrop i never would have expected this yet here we are people don’t realize–…
space to pause
catch my breath and look out into the void and i forget where i am for a second but it’s the kind of flash that happens in an instant in a lifetime staring back into nothing blink of an eye opening to the world in the seat of the unknown in liminal space and liminal…
night journey
rolling hills the kind that sing to you as you drive by a blanket of night that covers soft grass warm winds driftibg by whipping by and on the road you can see the moon high up on the sky you remember that it’s the same moon that was up above the waves that settled…
i remember tonight
ah yes i remember tonight i remember it well tonight was the night that a group of stars got together they sparkled and shined in the night sky they twirled and danced they glimmered and smiled and this beautiful night it was a beginning that was larger than any would ever know and it was…
the dreams
The girl had a dream last night and when she woke her heart ached. She didn’t know why and at the same time, she did. She remembered. As long as she could think back, she never really knew how she got to the forest. She had guessed that she hadn’t always been here, but nothing…
post-it poem
I’ve been diligently working to *have* inspiration (as if you can really have it, it just comes…), but nada. You know, write these little plays or moments to share. Something new. Anyway, I had some great ideas, but nothing that really grabbed me and was like, “no, we’re not leaving until you wtite us down”. But…
The Dynamics of Groove 