Let's sing one for my dear departed friend whose birthday is today - carve candles out of oil pastels and cake them thick on canvas till we make a rainbow of creamy vibrant colors that drip surrealistically upward, each imploding as they come in contact with the air. He would like that. He was…
read more →One of the books I learned to love in my formulative college years was Hermann Hesse's Siddhartha. It had all the elements an adolescent dreamer required: the spiritual journey and search for life's meaning, leaving behind all family, possessions, and personal baggage, to find your true self. One…
read more →today I walked around filling my pockets with rocks - ballast to hold me on the ground so I won’t get sucked out of this world, another body sent to the zombie parking lot t h o u g h my mouth has become a thunderstorm and steady breaths have given way to miserable moans and puffs of frustration…
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