Bird in Space Then I dreamt about Brancusi’s statue, Bird in Space: bronze, smooth and sleek. Flowing and going. Never static. Moving but not just through space. Moving as if there were nothing around it to cause friction. After all, what can a bird in space have friction with? A relative, a lover,...
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Water/Memory
Water/Memory I felt a deep connection to the O man. He came to me like a gift, or life preserver tossed at the right time when the waters seemed so deep. It wasn’t as if the waters were deep. It was more as if they held deep memories for me. I felt separation...
Quitting
I stopped smoking, partially, because I said to myself, “I’ve had enough.” Isn’t that why you quit? I don’t know. I only know that either you say it to yourself or someone says it to you. That you’re quitting – well the word just doesn’t mean anything. It sounds like a verb. It should...
Zen calendar
I dreamt about pulling the pages of my Zen calendar off, day by day, as if this would move me closer to my goal. There was wisdom on each page but I felt divided by that and the calendar’s purpose. First, the strict accounting of days and my trouble with that. Then, if properly...
Origins and Endings – part 1
Changed utterly. Squished. Squashed. Flattened on the platen of time. Irrevocably transformed. The same power of profusion and fullness that brought hydroelectric power to the juices flooding your life, filling your cellular sacs, juicing your joints and bringing spit to your lips is thrown into reverse. And everything...
Nic on notice
With humor as a backdrop, the “memoir” style narrative will feel familiar to those that have read contemporary writers in search of self and soul. What we leave behind in the dark of our minds and histories can boomerang back through our psyches. All you need is a catalyst, or a home made bomb....