1. your art does not speak to me, please put it away i am not interested in what it could say if i sat still. i am too busy running to people who do not listen to me, speaking to people who are running away, to think on the starry sky or transparency and other … Continue reading Hotel Purpose
(Jan 20) she speaks like her words are dancing on a glass floor, very thin. she walks like her feet are clicking, nicking the surface of a glass floor, sprinkling cracks. we are walking on glass floors, talking on glass floors, tapping our heels across wide, wide glass floors. through the clear, you can see … Continue reading Glass Floors / The Foundation of Amethyst
We are taught that life continues after death, but when we envision this truth, we imagine the next life in an altogether new, shining world completely separate from the muggy physical existence through which we currently slog. But the lives of the dead continue in the physical world, too. We leave seeds of ourselves inside … Continue reading On Meeting A Teacher After His Death
In the Badlands.