In the tumult of an evening's reunions, we come to an old realization, as though we've always known, as though we've been present for each other's weddings and births: it can be neither created nor destroyed. But we know at the root, it must be shared. So in the meanderings through flung elbows and fists, men and women dumped unceremoniously on ( Read more... )

The Creator strings Its lights across the extremities. When not shining at night, they glisten, trapped within the rays of a newly found sun's subatomic gaze. The day gets brighter as the sun sinks, millions of reflections of the universe amplifying the apex of each branch, leaf, and blade ( Read more... )

The wash ends, leaving me in repose, as though I could now relate to the deceased mayor of Jerry Town, now call for an uneasy peace between warring thirteen-year-old nerves. The battlegrounds have been moving through; I would swear, from close scrutiny of the torn landscapes, that these conflicts have been raging for generations, passed on like ( Read more... )

We step out of the prayer circle into the prayer, receiving the reminder that even the pitaya has an automatic sense of self-worth, not contingent upon its actions, its possessions, or its relations. We push our blueprints, neurons losing each other in mistranslation of the concept ( Read more... )

The effects spread like ripples mired in swamp, the solid objects, residents, of which interfering with the long flowing arches, lending a new deformation to honest, binary interactions. The interference patterns create their own ripples, affect a life of their own, travel in slow curious rumors, further distorting the facsimile of the water's ( Read more... )

The routine shifts, shifts perceptions, skews right angles, lends absent-minded forms to the shapeless. Names to the disenfranchized.

Stillness to a quaking hand. Serenity in a godless field.

The cattle tilt heads in curiosity, supper becomes dinner becomes the world.

In the midst of pain, we sat and learned that forgiveness is the opposite of ignorance. The hands that coyly guide us to bed, that feed our bodies and our inner children, the loving caresses comforting along the wait toward dawn. As alone as we act, we can become only so separate ( Read more... )

The dread ichor runs to nil, mingling with water, diluted. A moment comes: the flow loses opacity, the life drained from a face. In time, my skin is the lone obstacle for my skin. What has washed away, a fading, distant darkness ( Read more... )

Barricaded in my resounding chamber, removed from the key of ( respiration )

A husk of the warmth, a shaving from the heat of the day leaves the disposition of old, frozen sand and drops to the arena floor. It takes in the field with calculated, transitory reconnaissance, unfolds a map in the mind, ignores the input ( Read more... )