I walk to work and back every day, to North Seattle College. It’s a two-mile round-trip. Today, on my way home, as I approached the overpass at NE 92nd Street and I-5, I noticed someone there pacing back and forth. At first, I couldn’t tell whether the person was male or female. Soon enough I… Read More
You have sought to exit this reality for one where no one and nothing exists. In effect, you have sought your own death, and now you are angry with me for offering the very thing you cannot bring yourself to admit to actually wanting? If you want things to change, you might ought to first own up to this fact. Try being real with me now. Tell me the truth! Read More
Dreams of my body sprouting wings of fire, come on waves of sound, drifting between production and perception, leaving vacant trails of surface meaning, quiescing eternally, burning, maternal, she… dove.
Between the ones and zeros, lingering within a yellowing sort of cellophane haze, a whole number is born, expanding horizons, colliding, smashing into particles of thought, tells a story: between here and there exists a place, a certain locale – a state of mind, a kind of blind metaphor for peace, an abstraction of space,… Read More
I wish the calms before the storms would last just a little bit longer. Who am I kidding? I wish such moments would last forever. Spending time in public, for me, has become a double-edged sword. I never know what I’m going to experience: one of those lovely calms I so cherish, or a storm–that… Read More
Have not answers, but love.
“There is one view in life that holds that wherever the multitude is, there too, is the truth—that truth itself needs to have the multitude on its side. There is another view of life that holds that wherever the multitude is, there is untruth, so that even if every individual, silently and separately, possessed the… Read More
“I wish, my dear Lucilius, that you would not be too particular with regard to words and their arrangement; I have greater matters than these to commend to your care. You should seek what to write, rather than how to write it – and even that not for the purpose of writing but of feeling… Read More
This question was originally posted here on Quora.com. How does one go about discovering or defining purpose? My response: That is definitely a tough question, hence very appropriate for this venue. I will start off by simply saying, regrettably maybe, I don’t know. How do you like that for honesty? Regardless, maybe just talking about… Read More
Untitled, mixed media 7.5″ x 4.5″
I’d found flow with nowhere to go, so I settled in and rocked the tyco, while the stasis field psycho played mellotronic the sound of my youth a sound so suddenly minor like the reverberation of a kiss I’d missed a kind of gliding, a lilting, a sort of null, an empty lull that went… Read More