Individuality is largely a matter of voices in the head.

As a nice break from the unfettered speechifying that most frequently occupies my version of the voicings I assume all hear within (my own consistently waxing impassioned about our triumphant restoration of earth, Union, and souls), I often also have songs running through my head (musicians call music heard in mind “ audiation”). The songs, often rhymes,…

Censorship is an internal nuisance.

I wrote a rhyme about the tendency to speak out loud any manner of the floating bits of inner commentary that baseline attend to nonsense , to censor the insistent call succinctly declaring truths of spirit and soul.  Crystal clear in formation, rhythms composed of speech, languishing bereft of audial heft.  I’m sure I’m not…

therapy

After a difficult few hours of rouge, ranging, generalized imprisonment in a grief-struck realm, the floating dread verging on panic that can so readily descend upon the psyche in 2017 found some relief by grace of small talk with elders.  A frequent occurrence.  So I wrote a poem:   Store Late in the morning yesterday,…

hope happens

Surge Just as amazed and astounded near incredulous over the fact of the groaning earth yet managing enabling each breathing moment of we masses of people, so each heart surged tear we shed over joys and pains in existence a small victory miracle unexpected proof of empathic ability. The wires and wars have yet to…

Sold out

Years ago, it came to my notice, upon riding a bus past an old orchard that had signage declaring “10 ACRE land lot for sale and development,” that the word acre is quite fittingly only an “s” and a “d” away from reading as SACRED. The selling-off of remaining green spaces continues unabated, with no…

walk

A walk in the rain cleansed my face, dried oak leaves on sentinel trees sound a clamoring breeze counterpoint hush rush of engines swarm near quiet rustling keeps away

Entrance

I’m consistently intrigued by the somewhat telepathic energies of intermingled human psyches – an often unmarked or unspoken phenomenon that is nevertheless wholly present and influential. Crowds of strangers in particular present a conglomerate of social masks; unspoken welcomes or rebuffs; acts and actualities. As a chronic dresser-upper willing to be the only one dancing,…

Tasked

I was thinking about how it takes so much effort to deescalate the intense emotional power of remembered images that recall the darkest regrets in life.  My own struggles are indelibly linked to my mother’s passing. I was thinking how I’ve labored mightily to not let those mental flashes ignite the insistent burn of guilt,…