She will run the world. It's less prophesy and more weather forecast. Except that its profundity is akin to the former, not the latter. There's a countless number of silent battles being waged by invisible warriors every day. In theaters of battle called "the office" and "the administration" and "the board" and "the team" and … Continue reading It Will Rain
Terror Denied
I woke up sometime in 2018. And all I saw around me, amid the smiling family photos and quirky humor, nestled beneath the well-manicured lawns and the messy normalcy of children's playthings huddled by front doors, permeating the bliss of little boys and girls being taught and cared for by earnest, hardworking adults, was racial … Continue reading Terror Denied
You Must Go
You cannot control the tide, the winds, or the sea itself; The frigid water, the fiery sun; You do not choose your soul's passion; Yet, you must go. ~~~ You cannot dictate the contours, obstacles, and weather of the road; Fellow travelers, odd or kindred; You do not choose the gravity of your route; Yet, you … Continue reading You Must Go
Instruction Manual, Version 1
Listen. You're reading this so you're probably a person. A person with a mind, some questions, some kind of body, and some motivations. It's hard managing all this. Especially, because there are others out there and they tell you things, directly and indirectly and otherwise. They things they tell you, various kinds of commands, inform … Continue reading Instruction Manual, Version 1
The One-Year Look-Back
Well, it has been a year. How are you doing? Are you up to much these days? I miss you. It's strange. This sustained silence. I think of you often, but the memories are so different now. Every moment captured in brief clips. Little homemade videos in my mind. Shoddy editing, bad sound quality. You'd … Continue reading The One-Year Look-Back
Mosh
Stop thinking right now. Stop thinking. Stop. You get to choose, Though a shadowy colossus approaches. You are going to feel an infinite variation of pulsating rhythms composed of pain and pleasure. The tattoo of feelings will try to control you, to own you, to take you down. But you are only here In this … Continue reading Mosh
& the .revolution will be Chaos
It's falling, roiling, crashing to the sea. That sound you hear, silent quakes of our old country. Yesterday she did, but today, she won't anymore. And tomorrow, she will never again. She won't go back and she won't again; there is no resurrection for yesterday. And for the loss of all your petty comforts, your violent … Continue reading & the .revolution will be Chaos
