Snowed Under

Snowed Under

A predictable and rising pattern this season, shoveling. Now permitted near the door, a shovel and furry boots. Sleepily and somewhat blithely, undertaking a new pastime of mine. Everyone else in the nest, favoring something to view from the warmer … Continue reading

El Salon Mexico

El Salon Mexico

A monopoly of sorts upon waking, every thought from lucid dreams resounding to outshadow or outshine the rest of the day, depending on what vibrational valve you choose to embrace. Every rhythm, every movement, every gesture seems to take over … Continue reading

Rockin’ Robin

She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other … Continue reading

Desperately Seeking Me

Desperately Seeking Me

At first, I thought there to be two little birds, but turns out it was the same robin drumming at my window, desperately trying to tell me something. I cracked the door ajar just enough to invite her in yet … Continue reading

There Has to Be an Invisible Sun

There’s a struggle we can’t always gaugein the dark within or without.Because in this world,we can’t always bea light for others to see. They’re going to change this place,or will we? Stuck in a groove, a pattern premeditated for all.To … Continue reading

Make the Ordinary

Extra-Ordinary!

Won’t You Light My Way

Won’t You Light My Way

And the day it is dark, as the night is long.Feel like trash, you make me feel clean.I’m in the black, can’t see or be seen.Baby, baby, baby, light my way. – Paul David Hewson

In the Existing Moments

In the Existing Moments

The passers-by did not take heed Of me, of my frozen stillness. Deep-rooted ideas, they cling onto Intentions pitched into the bottoms of the washed-out bins. Desires to live a celebratory existence stay frozen. Remember the template, Remember there’s another … Continue reading

Writing on the Wall

Writing on the Wall

In an age when music is an aphrodisiac that once swallowed you best be grounded, on your knees boy for the almighty communicator, music and its shrouded régime is far more shocking than we ever imagined. Yet, the message in … Continue reading

Somehow, Somehow, Somehow

Somehow, Somehow, Somehow

In the eye of the storm, there is beauty wrapped in a billowy cushion of love darting for your heart. Ever notice how you feel after a refreshing shower no matter what happened minutes before? Gnosis rain down on me,No … Continue reading