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Monthly Archives: January 2024
Alchemical Cahoots
The year of alchemy. Alchemical means. The invisible world. Crosses and cruxes and crossroads. There are, the wizard explained, contracts with the invisible world. There are binding contracts. And ones that can be dissolved. How can I tell the difference … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged alchemy, creation, imagination, merlin's pearls, Poetry, soul contracts, way of the wizard, writing
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Knocking on Silence
Writing often feels like knocking on silence. Like, I’m at some mysterious stranger’s door and it is raining outside and I am wet and rumpled (inside and out), hoping the door will open and I will be let in. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged knock knock jokes, poem, Prose, rain, the song, the struggle, the universe, writing, writing life
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Monkeys and Barrels
None of it was going anywhere. It had been a while. Both things were true. Both could be beginnings. So let’s go with both: None it was going anywhere. It had been a while. I felt like a dehydrated man … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Prose, Publications, Uncategorized
Tagged New York, novels, publishing, the songs, the struggle, the writing life, what dreams may come
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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. 4
The fourth and final volume is dedicated to vanishing points, prevailing absences and Zen-empty ephemera.
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged empty spaces, japan, kyoto, niigata, poems, Poetry, Spoken Word, tokyo, travelogue, vanishing points
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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. 3
This volume features shrines and cemeteries, and a visit to Ryokan’s hut.
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged cemetery, japan, kyoto, montage, niigata, photography, poem, Poetry, Ryokan, sado island, shrine, Spoken Word, tokyo, Video
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Comeback
Pretend to be dead at your own funeral. Bask in the unparalleled theater of your ending. When the audience leaves, stop pretending. Plan a comeback, understanding that previous perceptions will be dismissed, and the cast of characters, including you, will … Continue reading
End of Days
Name your child End of Days. When your child is throwing a tantrum, say—End of Days, I need you to stop this instant. When your child goes to sleep at night, tell them—Sweet dreams, End of Days, I love you. … Continue reading
A.I.
Develop an A.I. mother. Ask the A.I. mother to raise and nurture you in the way that you always imagined you should have been raised and nurtured. Discard your previous existence, the first one, and install a legend around the … Continue reading
Shards
Break a mirror into many pieces. Stare long and hard then long and soft at yourself in the shards. Rearrange the pieces and see how you change. Continue this process of rearrangement, testing the variations of your endlessly shifting self. … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged fragments, Mirror, musing, perception, pieces of you, poem, Poetry, Prose, shards
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In the Company of Solitude, Vol. II
This volume comprises nocturnes and night scenes from Japan (Niigata, Tokyo and Kyoto).
Posted in Artwork, Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged after hours, haiku, in the dark, japan, kyoto, nightwatch, niigata, nocturnes, photography, Poetry, Prose, Spoken Word, street scenes, tokyo
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