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

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

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 … Continue reading Being Fungi

A Poem About A Body Talking

The knees warn of overuse, dry joints, they creak / As the stomach growls of hunger ready to speak / A low sound in the lungs, a rattling voice to seek / Reprieve from smoke as the teeth spoke, they reek / And throb, the inner ears do wail, whine, and shriek

Carrier: A Poem

Oh, the ghosts emerge, out / Preaching tonight / Going with, not going without / Hosts of slight sensory organs reaching for me / In greeting of screeching most gentle / I reciprocate freely / I walk with the parade until / We rest in the place our soul stayed / Where we bear our sleeping self / Ghosts come and go but never fade / Here, tonight, awake we delve / Into choice to offer / Hearing those with no voice, / Seen by them with no sight / And may the words of the preaching ghosts, / Breaching any barrier / And come to be a carrier / To you

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

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