Language and writing
The Ruthless Artist (The Woman Upstairs)
Hello readers, When I first started writing this blog in September of 2012, my goal was to shed light on the lack of balance between the forces of masculine and feminine energies as observed by myself in the social and cultural world around me. This preoccupation still concerns me deeply, and it is interwoven […]
The Multi-layered Life: thoughts on the question of eternity
Hello readers, Reincarnation and the life of the soul beyond the body are concepts that interest me. Really, the nature of life and reality – why things are the way they are…these questions intrigue me deeply. Collectively, our imaginations continually shift and modify the world in which we live, and probably beyond that. If the […]
Merbdelia: In Memory of (a poem)
All fur and bone, a tiny love energy of life almost spent yet enough left over to rest her tiny head on the crook of my arm Her entire last night at my side my eyes mist with the fullness of tears gratitude for the mystery; a gift of love from the smallest of creatures […]
Krill: A Short Story
The beach was littered with glass eyes. Not the kind that fit into the orbits of human skulls, but rather the type that look like buttons adorning the faces of ragdolls. Seagulls homed in on the sandy strip, lunging for tender tidbits of raw flesh, hoping to satisfy their cavernous appetites. The air was calm […]
The Limit of the Sky (a poem)
Whenever you tell me I can stay, I want to go with you Never will a banana peel remind me so much of you as of missed opportunities Slip sliding on the stream jade green of an urban river Emerges from memory gleaming a naked young German rising from the grass forever elegant, composed slipping on […]
Tenderness of Unknown Hearts (a poem)
digital photo slurs an approximation of your face selfie’s awkward shoulder undisguised fluorescence bluing the outline of your shadow butcher knife dedicatedly fileting chicken breast sunshine glinting on unmanned motorcycle a candid presentation, self-conscious advertisement of your desire to be known draft words launced a boat in a bottle necking stretched out a hopeful respectfully […]
miss-seen (a poem)
roots broken into shrunk wrapped bubbles harvesting water from the pool of a half-evaporated puddle my eyes, my skin take in the view through the lense of a partially shed tear… tearing my gaze from that misshapen tree I happen upon a clod of earth, no bread, no paper its form calling my attention to […]
Recipes from Disaster: A Post-Apocalyptic Cookbook (a poem)
Saber-toothed media prickling tender skin under the arm, a young girl loses confidence in the importance of her innocence Brandish an electric toothbrush Taste the leftover pesto between the interstices of your teeth When ready to floss garnish the landscape of your dreams with hints of radical truths. Reserve excessive nudity and lack of reserve; […]
Dreaded Fat into Gold (a fable)
Once upon a slipper chair fashioned of twisted gold sat a hairy, wart-covered hag Her legs twisted columns adorned by ornate spirals and tendrils It was said that she was hideously beautiful. Surrounded by a vault of bronze coated iron, the coffered ceiling encrusted in mosaics of alabaster and onyx She was the oracle for every day […]
Play (a very short story shaped like a poem)
Come out and play! Sluggish eyed, Taina no longer had the soft gaze and limp cuddle of a clearly innocent puppy. Childhood, a time for play, is no longer Replaced by other activities. Chores. Entertainment. Mating. And yet she was beginning to feel that the accoutrements of adulthood were A) not so important to being a successful […]
Ode to a Control Freak…a poem
Harsh crust seeping bile into a place along the rind of her soul, a lonely girl seeks support her bean pole mama distantly busy in the world Carefully hopeful, sticking pride in all interactions said girl chooses arrogance to plastic wrap her wounded desires. Does she ever know she always had a choice? Ownership of the […]
La Vie de Boheme: a slice of memory
Hello readers, Today a patron at the library where I work used the term “la vie de boheme” to describe a book we had both read, “How Should a Person Be?”, by Canadian author Sheila Heti. The expression brings back to me my younger years in Paris, as well as the eponymous 1992 film directed […]
Raising Vibrations: Living from the Heart
Hello readers, I am slowly but thoroughly reading Sonia Choquette’s “Ask Your Guides: Connecting to Your Divine Support System”. It is a fascinating book if you are interested in learning more about how each type of spiritual being interacts with each of us daily. Ms. Choquette, a psychic by profession, has been actively involved with […]
A Dream Job (A Job I was Given in a Dream Last Night…)
Hello readers, I have always loved to go to sleep at night, as I look forward to my dreams. My night travels have always seemed so much more lively, interesting, and exciting than my waking life. Not that I have had a boring life, compared to some! I do regret not being a more regular […]
Perfectionism: A Self-inflicted Antidote to Wonder
Hello readers, Many of us, including myself, suffer from perfectionism. Striving to reach some perfect place, worrying about reaching goals – or not accomplishing as much or as well as we think we should , trying to achieve a state in which we can at last be worthy of our lives. Those are just a […]
Living at the Palacio d’Abraxas: A Life Changing Experience
Hello readers, The last nine years I lived in France, I made my home at the Palacio d’Abraxas (see photo above) in Noisy-le-Grand. The Palacio is an income based public housing complex owned by a private company, in which there are renters and owners. Each apartment has a different floor plan, and some are on a single […]
Writing Off Conditioning: How to Let Go of the Dream Your Parents Created for You
Hello readers, I read a lot about human nature and experience, because I have always wanted to understand why people do what they do. We have all been conditioned by our families, by the culture and society in which we live, to be a certain self. And, for the most part, we identify with that […]
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