“Adorable Words” by Mandy Austin Cook Everybody has a word a word that blunders over the tongue as if it were the drunk one of the Three Stooges. This endearing thing has a percussionary quality to it  that is likable to me. Ask my grandmother…

Allow You have permission to exist In muchness In complexity You are invited to wholeness In contradiction In metamorphosis You are cherished utterly In mayhem In convergence You are allowed To feel all you feel You are allowed To be all you You are capable…

This Accident of Being Lost (Leann Betasamosake Simpon)   these dark trees breathe for me many times a day when I cannot walk myself – no longer able to take one more step or falling breathless into holes in the path edged with grasses too tall…

On the streets, a tension Atrocities an every day occurence Fights at family gatherings Battle lines drawn Opinions divided Polarized and radicalized Every action garners a reaction And a reaction to the reactionaries Perpetual pandemonium While pundits preach lies about the other side Blue vs…

A daggers’ edge is as sharp as the frost biting wind even though forged from molten rock to steel. These curves fit to block an opponents’ strike. One curving with the arm to shield another following up as the dagger’s shield. Double to pair, the…

interstitial we found ourselves keeping to the small the minute gaps spaces between the walls silences between the words air between breaths there my brother and I waited for the danger to pass

The audacity of life thinking it knows best thinking it knows you thinking it should be thinking for you Life is what happens while you’re making other plans Still pretty egotistical still thinking it knows what’s what and you, too G-d would say fate is…

Mondegreen Hear it out The green of the day Becomes chagrin of man To the degree of degeneration   Hour 13 @varenyas

at best you are beauty, sex, freedom in tiny drops of body fluid.   at worst you are ugly, barren, slavery, gigantic slabs of concrete.   they say over time, wet wears stone. (c) r. l. elke

i awoke to find …that I am no longer part of the laughter part of thr tears part of your life