Day 15 A meta-life, a life about life; Reassuring, were it to be used as some kind of lesson. Nevertheless, a life that requires reassurances, that experiences only in terms of lessons. Only drawn to the whos, whys, and hows – To know things unknowable. Neverminding the wheres and whats,...
Day 14: Silence not included Snoozed alarms, humming fan, an unvoiced tune on repeat. Groaning pipes and shower head, a torrent ricochets off of skin and ceramic. “Good mornings” and “how did you sleeps,” Planning out the day, “goodbye girl-cats.” Music through the speakers, Music through the earbuds (In perpetual...
Day 2 Strange that a lifetime spent imagining magics would draw a veil over wonders right here. A little too on the nose, I know. The content came while watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on Friday night. I had this flashback to all of the hours spent...
Well, it’s only appropriate that, since my last post was about NaNoWriMo, this one will be about NaPoWriMo. Is ‘appropriate’ the right word? I’m not planning on any running theme or anything special (that would be a shouted invitation to the twin demons of Perfectionism and False Accomplishment, parents to...
I have a cup that fills and fills whenever I ignore it. Every now and then the “drip drip” on the damp earth stirs my memory. I run, kneel, crane my neck, cup my hands together, catch droplets on my cracked skin – only a few before the stream stops...
What is meditation? When I stare into nowhere Sometimes Something shifts And I see all things As Maya‘s veil (two-dimensional embroidery). And sometimes Something seems To gently drag a finger Across this cloth (of which I am a part). Is this meditation? Or do I just need new contacts? Share:ShareClick...
Layered experiences distilled into stanzas left to be lived long as life, breath lasts. Endless lists, words rich and heavy, repeated “or”s, commas – little waves rising o’er me, but heard with my own voice, unintelligible, yet clear as sleep-sounds of an unconscious throat. To unlock the cipher – to...
I started writing Part 4 in paragraph form, and this is how it ended up on the page. I guess sometimes we need to feel that some things we say are more (even if there are no real mechanical differences from run of the mill prose; apparently I still have...
She thinks of a numberAnd he proceeds to guess.“Shall I describe it to you?”“No no!” he exclaims,“That would onlyCompromise my judgment.” She watches from above.Does she laugh or frown,As he guesses a numberAnd, with the precisionOf a skilled sword swallower,Describes its significance? Share:ShareClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new...