Tag Archives: existential

Storyless

Posted on June 6, 2018 by

There is no story greater than the one you don’t tell yourself, silence and lighted space inviting wonder and mystery to pool at the center of who you are beyond facile descriptions and prior claims. Advertisements

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Kin

Posted on May 22, 2018 by

There are chambers inside myself I have yet to discover or visit, for example, that one room rumored to contain a monk in tattered robes hunched over a yellow table benignly autistic in his relations to text and verses which … Continue reading →

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Note to Self

Posted on May 13, 2018 by

Words, the right ones, ripe and engorged, outgrow the necessary dark inside you and, abiding the laws of catch and release, demand light, air, voice. Beware atrophy, the root killer, and do not leave language, ingrown, unattended.

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Bliss

Posted on May 8, 2018 by

To follow your bliss you must kiss your demons squarely on their mouths lancing their sealed lips with a flaming tongue perpetrating tango between worlds where love consumes every last thorny bit.

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Shrift

Posted on May 8, 2018 by

The soft bop and shrift of dreams, how they rake and tumble, colored Braille for a blind vagrant, stunned.

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Albert Camus

Posted on March 8, 2018 by

Stranger to near self, he tracked existential crumbs to a chance verdict.   (Photo of Albert Camus by Henri Cartier-Bresson)

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Father, I

Posted on February 12, 2018 by

   I’ve been waiting for you to exist, I say to my father, even though he is not there.    What?    I’ve been waiting for you to exist, to become real. Me too.    What the hell are you … Continue reading →

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Burn

Posted on November 13, 2017 by

The out of womb blues, torch song on code red alert– Slow burning for home.

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