W.B. Yeats. How I love you in this moment.

August 22, 2012

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Yes. Sometimes I just post ( gasp) poetry. Sometimes it says what I want to in fewer words 😉 SAILING TO BYZANTIUM I That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees — Those dying generations — at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, […]

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Dear Camus:Fuck You.

July 31, 2012

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When one is eating Skippy peanut butter from a jar and putting together a steam punk costume to wear to Burning Man…one tends to have questions bubble to the surface. Questions such as: “Really? Did I just eat a whole jar of goddamned peanut butter?” or “I wonder how these leg warmers will hold up […]

Eyelid Stories and the Great Below.

July 26, 2012

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Sometimes I don’t sleep. Fancy that. It’s been a lifelong “thing” so when I was young I developed this method. I would write myself to sleep aaand by writing I mean think myself to sleep – imagining words scrawled across the back of my eyelids – a story that disappeared as quickly as it was […]

My newest soul crush. Nikkola Tesla.

July 11, 2012

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My guts are dreams.

July 5, 2012

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I am A Dork. I dunno if you can tell but I was HEAVILY influenced by fiction/fantasy novels like the English Patient or The Dragon Lance Chronicles or Beach Music or A Boy’s Life or 1984 or The Wheel of Time series when I was a kid. I was enraptured with movies like The Princess Bride, Willow […]

Posted in: Lessons, Life, Yoga

My Mountains are Burning…but that’s okay.

June 28, 2012

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Agni The mountains are burning – thousands of acres a dry feast –consumed to the bone dry Colorado dirt. Homes are being picked up and thrown away in waves of thick black smoke. Animals are suffocating, burning, dying. Some reports say the smoke cloud stretches all the way to Oklahoma ferried on the swift winds […]

Posted in: Life, Nature, news

Skin Symbols and Sympathy.

June 25, 2012

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New Skin. I’d forgotten about the intimacy that accompanies a new tattoo. Perhaps made nostalgic is a better description…I have made nostalgic the way my body experiences the process of a needle biting an image into my skin. It is a sensual nostalgia –my body response leading the memory and the ego trailing after…i dig […]

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