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I lost 60 pounds in twenty-four hours. Logic was temporarily suspended as I stared at the scale and smiled. It […]
La maison de Gerry
S’il vous plaît entrer et repos Fermez vos yeux Faites taire votre voix Cachez vos votes Nous vous servirons bientôt […]
Untangled and Weeping
It was a morning like all others, until I watched the bucks, transfixed At how something so beautiful and free […]
Build. Build. Build. No Investment, No Return. A wise John arrives at three minutes, fifty seconds. I press pause. Imagining the […]
dying to color with deserted wax inside blemished boxes infused with shades of red hiding amidst a spectrum of […]
the arduous corridor melts my disapproving feet beneath the space forcing my energy announcing my arrival imploring my skin hairs […]
mail has finally landed eyes fix on falling feathers bringing to mind poetry, ink doorbell rings, flowers arrive reminders […]
Solving Limits of Relativity
Resolve uncertainty residing at the base of Quantum Theory Wheel me into the wards of unreason for Genetic Therapies Woo […]
Rescued After The Jump
It was nighttime and the moon outlined the swells of the ocean hundreds of feet below. As I looked down […]
Resurrection Subscription Cancelled
“Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection, Send my credentials to the House of Detention… Before I sink into the […]
The Lions Majestic Impotent Muzzle
COLLEGE was a cherry picking tree merry-go-ground and the only degree with my name on it would read, “B.A. in […]
It’s Too Late When We Die
“If we remembered everyday that we could lose someone at any moment, we would love them more fiercely and freely, and without fear.”
“Silent thunder will too be silenced and the sun will speak.”
~ Love Alchemy
She closes her eyes and thoughts meld themselves together, gray melted candle wax forming lines and shapes on blank linen […]
誤解 Just For Today
The Gokai (5 Reiki principles)
The Roar of A High Degree Dive
Soft on the ears His timber of lies Hiding savory fears Finding salty eyes Lips in surrender Caresses her breast […]
Goals: Like a lighthouse needs a coast
Embracing eyes in magnetic trance their hearts know all is possible.
My Friendless Friend
Thoughts are intermittently forming as pictures of animals and words are disappearing, the hallucinations increasing with sleep deprivation. I sometimes […]
ax² + bx + c = woman²
put up your dukes is the face she wears along with pink and purple curly hair she dons a leather […]
I am amazed at the number of old people I have been privileged to sit with who have kept their […]
The Normalcy of Medicine
He drives in a trance through thirty minutes of traffic two ways each day to sit behind a desk for […]
Always I’ve physically written down a thing I perceive to be positive or enlightening. Paper pads, journals, sticky notes, receipts, […]
Over the last year I’ve gotten rid of a lot of material things so as a family we are as […]
Moment of Darkness
I felt an insistence to take big action. Abnormally big action. So I did. Then I immediately felt a familiar […]
Mid-Life (almost) Crisis (envelope rage)
This is the story of lovely lady having a childish tantrum. What pushed me over the edge? I couldn’t find […]
Fields of Gold
When is the unveiling, the announcement? I don’t know. I walk seemingly unbridled, unafraid. I don’t see anything but in […]
on being stretched
“Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire…
~ Jorge Luis Borges
on the butcher
“The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.”
― George Orwell
on the season of darkness
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”
― Charles Dickens
on drowning in the bottle
“Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.”
― Charles Bukowski
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer
on the psychic
“In every crowd are certain persons who seem just like the rest, yet they bear amazing messages.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.
~ Jean Rostand
A whole army, though they can neither write nor read, are not afraid of a platform, which they know is but earth or stone; nor of a cannon, which, without a hand to give fire to it, is but cold iron; therefore a whole army is afraid of one man.
~ J. Harrington
on the clear
Nil illegitimi carborundum
on the feels
“Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone’s hand is the beginning of a journey.
At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.”
― Vera Nazarian
Alchemy is the art of manipulating life, and consciousness in matter, to help it evolve, or to solve problems of inner disharmonies.
– Jean Dubuis
on two ills to de
“Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . . ”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
on junk removal
“When our individual life force enters our fetal body, the moment in which we become truly human, it passes through the pineal and triggers the first primordial flood of DMT.
Later, at birth, the pineal releases more DMT.
As we die, the life-force leaves the body through the pineal gland, releasing another flood of this psychedelic spirit molecule.”
~ Rick Strassman
on the birth of rain
“You save yourself or you remain unsaved.”
~ Alice Sebold
on the virgin and the martyr
… one can live in peace and still die by sword.
on memory pain
Have I reflected enough, too little, too much?
on the energy pat down
Still working on shielding…
on good and pleasant
on severe rectal itching
Communicable Disease Notice
…my heart and my pen remain my truest voice.
on burying the coffin of hope
…I do not know if I can react without taking his life.
on the off chance
…I am not as alone as I feel.
on 15,157 days
I am officially one.
on protocol development
This was a story line whose repeating incidence could not be coincidence.
on dormant intuition
Closed doors are always a blessing …
on dead bodies along the highway
I do not want to hear what I feel.
on being a scanner?
…something truly unique is brewing…
on a painted life
We were born to explore and create.
on the path to love
From as far back as I can remember, she hated me.
on penguins, snowflakes and calamities
In this snowfall I am cold…
on oxygen, white flags and exhaustion
My exhaustion was begging me to surrender.
on quirky psychologists
How long have you been overweight?
on carrier pigeons of sorrow
My misery does not love company…
21st Century Psychology
on speaking and silence
…yes, no and maybe can mean the same thing, unless I replace ‘maybe’ with ‘herpes’.
on motherhood and multilingualism
All mothers are multilingual.
on muted emotional gradience
…we’re all walking Band-Aids.
on syntax and dissolution
In the end shall be the beginning…
on the hsp, the narcissist and the multifaceted self
…something is amiss.
on loyalty and bridge-burning
…loyalty to ideals vs. loyalty to realities.
on truth and mushrooms
Truth hidden within names.
on signs and synchronicities
Was it a matrix moment?
on expectation, philanthropy and balance
…expect in return.
on hiding the heart attacks
I am dying.
on disassociation and distractions
Money is neither armor nor salve for the inner and outer battles and wounds we endure.
on hoarding not hoarding
Cups runneth over…
on reaching the bitch quota
I pity the fool.
on stimulus and response
Where is your emotion?!
on skin, bones and photos
We are all healers.
on grandpa, beauty and watermelons
…what did my child self see in him and love?
on the ex-wife and happy endings
…in self-defense I shot the man.
on awakening and self-sacrifice – pt. 2
Every doctor was wrong…
on awakening and self-sacrifice – pt. 1
His whispers had become unavoidable shouts.
on shortcuts and regret
This journey demands breaks, falls, scrapes and bruises.
on whispering and space travel (asmr)
I was able to fulfill my lifelong dream of going to space.
on the prozac song
…the separation of thought and emotion is what some people need.
on right mind
…the death I long to surrender to, escapes me.
on being imprisoned
I miss that little boy and still see him in that man.
on marriage and loneliness
When I decided to marry, it was a cerebral decision.
on concussions and dreams
… what other realities had she experienced?
…instead of explaining, he stalled the plane.
…angry at the asphyxiation suffered at silence while trying to breath in affection.
…would sit under her living room table for hours at a time, feeling out of sorts but hidden and safe.
on transference of perception
…what we choose to align our energy with will yield to us the result of its fruit.
on meeting the old man
…there may always exist a misted and ethereal sorrow that may not be muted but in death.
We are all impoverished.
on human development
…sitting atop pyramids of gold.
on a neanderthal heart
He held my hand and comforted me.
on the permanence of halloween
I watched him punch, kick and spit on you.