t houghts on the train

freckle season

First, spring starts in a whisper Limbs reaching and bending To follow as planed, their circular completion Silent annual revolution the desert of the seasons breathes drenched breaths of honey-suckle. Quietly delivering a fairness in health Forgiven by the jasmine Wealthy familiars in their perfected craft the will to live thrives and hides in thickets… Continue reading freckle season

Take Off Your Hat

Take off your hat. I want to dance on top of your head. And braid myself into your hair In tangled sleeping cycles in your messied bed. I wonder about how long your arms are And how they fit around my aching shoulders Which positions we will fall into And the rhythms we could form.… Continue reading Take Off Your Hat

In the Desert, waiting

My form moving, accepting weight of…water or breath It’s all in my head; most things are,or at least they come to me in that way My eyes, my fingers, eye contact Touch, breath Dreamsleep, doesn’t matter which side I had really forgotten this feeling existed I doubted that it did ever, at all Everything feels… Continue reading In the Desert, waiting


If it were possible to ‘try on’ ego death, what do you imagine would be possible? What could you imagine being capable of? Or no longer bound to? Obviously, it is a bit of a paradoxical thought experiment, but it’s the best way I can invite you into this mindset, even if just temporarily. Take… Continue reading Mirrors


21.02.2020  When I was a kid, I lived near a tree farm. I liked to walk around after it had rained and feel the sticks and small pebbles underneath my bare kid-feet in the mud. My parents of course hated that, which made me love it all the more. If it hadn’t rained, the robotically… Continue reading paintball-honey-bug

What Does it Mean?

Camus told us that the universe is indifferent. I never really knew what to think of that until I became an artist. Having been raised in the convenience of contemporary Christianity in middle class America, spirituality seemed to necessarily be fraught with mystery and was intentionally difficult to understand. That was fine with me. Though… Continue reading What Does it Mean?

Drivers of Expression

Being someone who enjoys expressions of all mediums, I thought it would be a good idea to share my thoughts on some ideas which, for many people who do not consider themselves artists (which I disagree with wholly, but will save this discussion for another post) but who may still find themselves open to the… Continue reading Drivers of Expression

The Creative Act

The following text is a copy of an essay written by John Frusciante, published on his blog on January 16, 2013. The blog has since been removed. I do not own the rights to this document but wish only to share it with others. . The phrase The Will To Death refers to the underlying,… Continue reading The Creative Act

Into the Ether

When I was a teenager, I was really into Kerouac and Ginsburg and William Burroughs and all the great things that come with discovering the beatniks… and was all, “We can’t stop here, this is bat country!” I only knew of ether as it related to recreational drug use (though your very curious author has… Continue reading Into the Ether

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