A poor girl is dazzled by wealth.A rich one is bored with two thousand dollar hand bags. A painter struggles to keep the image of pink clouds alive.A writer hoards a hundred bookmarks to stitch thoughts together. A full moon plunges into the southwestern horizon, keeping time with the wobble of the earth.A sun rises …
As an adult, you pretend you don’t know where anything is.Where are my keys?What’s my password?What is this life and where is it going? As a toddler, you know everything.In months you mapped the house.You know how it all works.The clothes cleaning apparatus is down there.The books are here.Night nights is cozy there.The adults go …
And the sky births things that would be comforting in death.Death but a process from one place to another. Jets like thorns floating across with slight thundering echoes.But those merely a distraction. The real births being shades of every color not known in a fashion boutique.Clouds divided by perfect disorganization.Rows of marching gray ripple.What could …
What is the process of waking up in the morning? Addition. Of adding on an alarm bell or a funky sound or a radio station. Or, of allowing someone else to do the adding – as in a leaf blower, a jack hammer or a crow fight. A stretching perhaps. Deep breathing. Layering on a …
Everything is alive with the animating force of you. If you have access to greatness – to godlike power – and you do, you would spend it well. You would not dumb it down for the busy and the overwhelmed by trivia. You would bring it up as children bring up the relevant questions of …
