One fish to fish Hook Hooker Bait Line and sink her Red fish Blue fish The bass drowns out The invisible shadow of a shivering minnow Dripping in silence outside the door Paralyzed screams Tapping gently for entrance Crushed between a string of greasy thumb nails Muted pauses Hold your breath over the bridge Till…Read more Bluefish
Dreams
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.- Joseph Campbell
You Are Enough and Other Lies
If we were enough You would cease in Scraping our faces across The searing sidewalks Of existence Track marks Steamrolling civility of Eloquent boundaries Set alongside cups of tea Steeped in humility Quiet Plainly stated requests would suffice In saying what now requires Scarred and hog tied bodies Screaming pleading bleeding Tears drowned in Gaslight…Read more You Are Enough and Other Lies
Mary’s Soundtrack
She was headed cross-country. I found the tape in the backseat under a Mexican blanket soaked with beach sand. She was picking up a basket of freshly picked veggies from a neighbors porch and I couldn't take another minute of bluegrass. Handwritten in the white stripe across the top, it read: A little soundtrack for…Read more Mary’s Soundtrack
The Watchtower
He teased me about being scared of heights after I'd refused to climb any higher. The sky turned from cornflower blue to dove grey as storm clouds rolled in over the pacified Atlantic; the geography of dreams have no lat or longitude. It wasn't fear that stopped me but rather that I saw no value…Read more The Watchtower
Love Notes
This is not an invitation to ‘good vibes only’. Choosing to actively Love, as a verb, is the hardest work we, as spiritual beings attempting to have a human experience, will ever do. Turning each other into verbal and physical punching bags through jokes, passive aggressive insults, degrading comparatives, volatile threats and reactive headlines is…Read more Love Notes
Dharma Snacks
My therapist said I looked like Carole King today. (Therapists have therapists.) Now I can’t stop singing, ‘I wanna be home again and feeling right.’ Is enlightenment ‘home’? Are we ‘home’ if we rent? Is home a person, place or thing? Listened to part of a dharma talk this morning on Right Desire...repressed wants and…Read more Dharma Snacks
Mal Nuit
The smell of the sheets gave her away. She's a stripper. (I love my sisters) Why are we in her bed? There's no where else to sleep. It could hardly be called a bed, though this was sadly, infuriatingly familiar. A mattress pad on the floor of some glorified closet. Had I learned nothing? Had…Read more Mal Nuit
Drop in the Ocean
Hue manatees See cows? Think you can break my art With horror stories Of motel swine exchanges For ass and cash The please we leave behind paintings, Suicide notes Of still lives Harbors Resentment Rent the price we pay For fear of never becoming who we were destined to be I will be the answer…Read more Drop in the Ocean
Imitating Art
Healing is the process of exchanging one kind of pain for another. Here's to celebrating the pain, warmth, grief and love of the blinding light; birth, death and resurrection. Kyle and I spent the day recreating this painting: "You didn’t understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure. I am essence. I am…Read more Imitating Art
Good Mourning
I used to get so mad at Buddhism and obviously still fight with most of my daily devotions. Buddha and Jesus, just laughing and taking naps while the world is killed to death by assholes and germs. Incidentally, those two things appear to be closely related. Hey guys! What the heck are we supposed to…Read more Good Mourning
