in this photograph i learned three things: one, she is delicate, two, she is universal, three, we are all one flesh.
we live in a world where men are not allowed to cry, or women to be kings. i don’t like this world, i’m a man, and i’m crying now. i cry every day. it seems to be the only thing i’m consistently good at, the only thing that comes easy to me. people say i’m […]
someday, i’ll tell you about this. tonight is some day. i first saw it hanging there, not long after i saw her standing there, under its bigger brother, under a load she had tried to dislodge from her heart, but couldn’t, until she came to us, and we pulled it out with a lithe feather, […]
if you float around a lot, sooner or later you’ll end up in the north pacific gyre, where all the plastic trash of our human lives winds down, one might think this is a failure of some form, to have arrived in that vortex of garbage, but floating or not, disciplined or not, we end […]
this one came by surprise, as does so much of our lives, just when we finalized our plans, someone appears, or disappears, something we hadn’t counted on, something we couldn’t have. for me, because change is the only constant, surprises are the status quo, whichever way they should fall, into our living rooms or out, […]
somethings just come out in one piece, suddenly, and this is when we realize how small we are, how prone to be used by something bigger than us, or greater. how that, in spite of our plans, things happen, and where we were supposed to be in a few years from now, we have forgotten […]
to understand your force, you need to understand your mass, and multiply that by how fast you are moving, and the direction you are being taken. then divide that by a trillion trillions, each of them, each spinning micro-smallness of magnitude, inseparable from all the others, all the rotating and turning, gravity and yearning, and […]