A lot of people tell me that I am one and that everyone is one, which to me means everyone is everything ( Read more... )

They weren't stones, they were pecan shells.  They were all over the place.   Made of tree bark on the outside.  Squirrels had eaten parts of them.  And there were little holes in all the tree trunks.  I had a hell of a time figuring out that one.  Woodpeckers.  Actual real-life woodpeckers, hammering on tree trunks that were filled with bugs, I  ( Read more... )

driving around felt like home ( Read more... )

the weather changes and we grab jackets in the early mornin while it's still dark,
walk down the street with hands in our pockets
the crickets are still talking it out

tHunder peels reeling the dress against her chest ( Read more... )

deer graze in the cemetery near a bozoleum, a mausoleum with no windows.  Jerry The Legend bikes up beside us and talks about an old theory concerning communism and smurfs.  "he used to be the master of yoga way back before anybody was doin' that shit.  now they call'em 'pilates'.  that's like with 'blogs', back then they used to be called... what ( Read more... )

a whole mountain taking it easy
in the city, spread so thin.
skating on sandpaper.
cars love everything they can,
grainy hair

"Mommy, does Tinkerbell love me ( Read more... )

Did the universe begin with utter unity, and then evolve through rapid separation?  Everything in it seems separate even though it's all here.  Land and sky are halved as far as I can see.  The ocean goes miles without seeing sand.  Most thoughts orbit around aimlessly, rarely crashing into brains, and the poor are separated from money by golden ( Read more... )

whiskey pours onto small fireplaces up there
dots of diamonds buried in silence
messed up clouds wrap string around space-time,
bouncing its leg partly in beat to her  
laughing eyes,
at angles magic by a little
knocks me off an ocean