Lost

Melancholy eyes gaze on past creation. They are beautiful and amazing and my heart aches for the flow and natural order of it - the present momentness - of starting with nothing and somehow the world and the stars and the universe align, channel through me, move my hands.  My muse - a blessed miracle …

Lessons From Panama

Panama City to Playa Venoa and back. A chance to see parrots. Papagayo, loro, perico. Macaw, Amazon, parakeet. Living as nature intended, in their perfect evolution. Wild. Salvajes. ……… Panama City was just as you'd expect in a more progressive Central American country where vast amounts of humans live in small spaces. Six lanes traffic merging …

Untitled, for now

happiness is perched on tippy toe atop a teetering, wobbling mountain stacks of hopes and dreams frail as spun glass waiting to be shattered

Foundation, Memory, & My Friend Martin

My memories of Martin are choppy and fragmented like collaged photos plastered arbitrarily on wilted, sun-stained paper, clinging precariously by cracked and yellowed glue. Or snippets of a movie reel taped together in mismatched order. But strong are the feelings that remain. Commitment. Attachment. Acceptance. Loyalty. Safety. He was my first best friend, protector and …

2019

The new year brings millions of resolutions, publicly scrawled on Facebook; scribbled on post-its, to be laid at the feet of our altars, lit match to paper, sending thin, corkscrew smoke as some secret call to the universe; or perhaps squirreled away in the depths of our own minds, hidden like a secret lust. This …

Crossroad

I'm on a long and pin straight dirt road driving a vintage Ford pick-up. I don't know the year, but older than me, with crank windows and big round fenders. The original paint may have been green, but it's thin and faded and I can't tell where the decomposing rusty skin ends and the smut …