200th Post, What I’ve Learnt About: Writer’s Voice, Accessibility, Pretentious Bastards, and Taboo Topics

I began this blog later 2020 after struggling to speak or express myself through video. I was frustrated. My longtime agoraphobia was heightened by the pandemic but I had to time to be inspired, I had freedom to live and work within my own schedule, and I was busy with various projects. Unfortunately, I wasn't …

Art to Check Out (Petroglyphs, a Gay Kiss, and a Belt of Stone, Coral, and Bone)

My writing has been minimal the last couple months, partially due to my wedding and honeymoon, but I've been absorbing some old favourites and new discoveries in the art world. I encourage you to follow the links to view the works on their websites or gallery pages. The first is someone I've been following for …

Being Fungi

A spore adrift, hanging delicately in the air, is that me or what I give? Currents rise and fall so slight only the most fragile attest to its force. The mere drag of a leaf’s individual canopy catching air completely changes a spore’s path. Is empathy for the wild overshadowing the potential in domestication, the …

A Poem About Ouroboric Tendency

Procreant precedence of ouroboric tendency / What be the subtle natures of reality / Propagation and rearranged / Consistency / In conversion or transition or transformation / Unchanged structures with assiduity / Continually without ambiguity / Observable but oft / Not transcribable or describable / Yet unequivocal aloft mythical fictional thought / This nature is reciprocal

Besponge Poem

I am open and I am receptive / Absorbent, perceptive / I take all into my collective / A solvent involvement / Movement in the current / I am present and digestive

Poem and Thoughts About Clouds Over the Valley

Cumulus bundled mountain line / Our Appalachian remnants / Adorned by clouds built grand, enshrine / A reliant independence / Be celestial reflection in rupture / Bursting rolling hillscape / Scale the unstructured structure / Billowing, blooming, take shape / Air and water mine to climb / To find find footholds after stepping / Off the highest cliff

The Whistle .2

A whistling in the hurricane/Out here, a song, so close and strange/Who’s whistling in this wind and rain?/Two steps out, door locks behind/Body bereft of a key to find/And whistling is growing nearer still/An eerie lilting tune, clear skill/In my life I’ve heard whistles of nature/Odd voices of gods in their nomenclature

A Poem for the Unpaid

are you afraid to be unpaid/recompense-less pretty haunt/for wishful blissful serenade/may underway expulsion daunt/ring the bell and yell grenade/all such exiled songs now flaunt/bombs away blows an unmade/lay away day who never dawned/gone astray withdrew conveyed/so worry not you will be paid

The Whistle .1

The whistle’s air cries/Shrill and undeniable/The wise will obey/The wiser will say/‘The whistle, I hear/And I do not fear’

50k Words of Poetry in 30 Days

I wrote the word count equivalent of ‘The Great Gatsby’ this month, aka completing the NaNoWriMo challenge. This year’s goal of a poetry compilation had me apprehensive but I had a theme of unity in mind and everything came together naturally. ‘And We Be’ was pre-titled before a single word of it was written, having …