It Is! An Ode to Life and “Is” ness

It is a great palindromic phantasy, an ouroboros eating ouroboroses endlessly in a firmament of nothing, and stars. It is the turning of aeons around the great precipice of supermassive black holes, the kind you find in a bathroom sink. It is my own forgetting, dismemberment, and it is always just on the tip of my tongue, which is trying to taste the tip of … Continue reading It Is! An Ode to Life and “Is” ness

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A walk down memory lane

  Listen back, further and further Don’t you smell the fire And hear the whoops of the hunt? Further now, your tendon straining the humidity, a vast expanse of green a flash intimation of rumbling mechanical beasts Go back even deeper Your wings are vibrating with anticipation A thousand rainbows drift lazily over your carapace Deeper still Here we are, dividing I make myself half to … Continue reading A walk down memory lane

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A tribute to Alan Watts

There’s an odd word in Welsh, Hiraeth, that means  missing someone you’ve never met It’s funny how often I feel it when I think of you fingers lightly brushing the leaves of overgrown thickets in Kent, while the War raged Salt spray mingling with your beard as you watch seagulls and crabs knocking on doors in the oldest of dances I can hear your voice … Continue reading A tribute to Alan Watts

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Vajra Bell

Autumn comes, leaves blanket the neighbor’s driveway in bright yellow, same color as the dry straw grass that hairs the hillside seen in bleary morning eye. Dusty, trees drop their deadweight, birds recline in baking heat screech in protest, I sit by the little Aztec pot awaiting a flash from the blue, a bolt from beyond, a strike from the novel outside. I have imposed … Continue reading Vajra Bell

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Brushwork

Went flower picking on the mount sun-drenched in the early afternoon, curved absences of light wriggled cross the rough tar back of the road I paused briefly to examine the flutterings of a butterfly, brilliant orange, drunken flight moved locations out to grab a large coffee from the service station pre-paid to avoid lackacash awkwardness sidled unnanounced down the side of the Bard’s Palace, cliffy … Continue reading Brushwork

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Man, Dream! – The sleep of reason

Man, dream! Man, dream! Man, dream! Man, dream of cities walled, of malls, gritty city streets, halls of commerce stacks of paper miles deep things to make your children weep Man, dream of guns, of bullets, of rifle-song, of the guillotine of obscene bombs twenty thousand strong bursting over the heads of He-Who-Must-Be-In-The-Wrong Man, dream of empire, dream of walls, of Coliseum miles tall of … Continue reading Man, Dream! – The sleep of reason

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River Mountain Nature Rain

What do I remember from weekend? Waves lapping the side of river Cascades of sunlit moisture sheeting cross midair in afternoon raine Breath of earth heart, soft over the hairs of hilltops A pair of birds alight on the tree, sheltering wet wings for a brief moment Alighting into a milk-tea sky shudders of great vibrations of incomprehensible wiggling motivations in the breast of the body … Continue reading River Mountain Nature Rain

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What On Earth Is The Matter With You?

A wink across cyberspace to a being whom I regard as part of myself, namely, you. —What on earth is the matter with you? Every time you come within a hairs breadth of it, you rush off to check whether or not what you just saw had been seen by another Did it occur to you that those who have seen did not walk from … Continue reading What On Earth Is The Matter With You?

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