We looked to the sky, but all the stars had gone away.
The first call was to NASA. All sleeping.
The second call was forbidden. We knew this. But we needed data, so we dialed. The ringing engaged. It felt like a 1982 landline with no answering machine. Forever ringing to a non-responsive room on the other end of time.
“They weren’t expecting a call,” the cosmonaut’s thick accent surprising our ears.
“We’re sorry to disturb the important work going on,” Commander Gerome replied, “We have a bit of an alarming situation down here on earth. I realize you work for Russia but do you have a moment to check on something for us?” continue …
concealing its existence as an emotion . . .
what is up with this not showing?Continue Reading
We can’t fully heal the feminine until we heal society’s relationship to feelings.
We can’t fully honor the masculine until we heal society’s mis-interpretations about masculine gifts.
There is so much more to say, but these 2 are fundamental.Continue Reading
trees enveloped feet moving slowly along the trail eyes allow gazing as they please mind buzzing memories push their way up determination pushes them back down the argument of State and Beinginess wars on body stillness on the rock the war rages on the body holds the space moving back back to home a wasted […]Continue Reading
Hey, How’s It Goin? As the transfixed moon gazes its tranient light to the startled by surpirse, all light becomes stolen toward the grand eye, all beauty shifts to the sky, no wandering gaze to find her elsewhere for it is night and darkness befalls the scene and the seen. Then end of the light […]Continue Reading
what do I do when I can’t see you what do I do when I can’t see all that isn’t you what do I do when I fail to find the who behind the mask my eyes hold over you with my gaze what do I do when there is no one to help me […]Continue Reading