Tag: Pen And Ink
-
Fusions & Fissures
or Ruptures & Dithers So much depends on a rupture.The Rapture erupts as old bonds corruptReleasing, decreasing the nothingAnd no thing can existOr insist itself upon what consistsWith blissFully underWear and tear exposedA flare across what once was bareExtending the Kosmos by a thin hair. Nothing changes without cataclysmOn some level.Summed levels unravel, suggesting past…
-
With The Strength of Ten Swords
Strength: Take all ten swords and make a pincushion. / We’ve a new reality of warping woofing weaving.
-
Four Ankles Deep In Gutter Snow
Deeper in the gutter go / Find the darkest place you know
-
Unmasked Mugging Shots from the bottom of a coffee cup
A circular portrait of morning mourning the end of solitude & home.
-
Sinking
I learned to love an open G chord In the round and before I knew the sound could be more Than my thoughts could restore
-
I ordered yellow ink…
I’ve needed light lately. I’ve been in the dark. And I was drawn to yellow, drawn to draw in yellow.
-
Murmuration
Like a train that begins to accelerate or decelerate, when the trajectory of life banks for an upcoming turn, all the individual parts that seemed to be a cohesive self start to scatter along their individual vectors. You dissolve, disintegrate, feel shattered, but like a murmuration of starlings, you somehow hold it together. There’s a…
-
Am I Drawing A Butterfly Or Is A Butterfly Drawing I?
I feel a clearing this morning. When you think of the psyche as an energy system it all makes more sense. You really can’t get to the parts that matter without a quantum view of the energetic psyche. The Self is a fractal. This is fundamental. If you go looking inward hoping to find something…
-
Are We There Yet?
Bracing. Heart racing. Memory tracing Forever facing leaning In every direction at once Quantum, I laugh at you quantum To you it’s all quanta, But if you wanna Know my strong opinion your hedging when you’re keening Fear careening courseward leaning forward And I haven’t even left my chair.
-
Wherein He Gets Out Of His Own Head
And as long as I can create something in the face of madness, I feel that I am. Things fly apart… the center cannot hold. In the personal and the global, it can feel like slouching toward oblivion. But where trauma once triggered fight or flight, I’ve found a new tool. I’ve learned to create.…