And so you see the needle pierce through the cloth multiple times, as you see the rhythmic simplicity of a yellow thread being pulled through the dark fabric to make a pattern of patch a hole, rest assured. Be fully soothed in the fact that pain is here to tailor you, to ‘fix’ you, soContinue reading “Quote – Rest assured”
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The Best Breadcrumbs
“Tell me about your dreams”, his mother says. She slices through a cool cucumber that seemed to have lost all its juice. He wants to say that he won’t eat this powdery mildew; that she will one day end up with a fungal disease if she lets her vegetables sit around the bottom drawer allContinue reading “The Best Breadcrumbs”
An Insomniac’s Morning Hours
When the call to prayer soundsand the sun’s about to rise,my thoughts restlessly dissectthis sorrow, that guilt, old lies. “I can’t keep up”, I say,“slow down and stop the mumbling!”But they answer with obtuse eloquence,lingering, rolling, and tumbling. How lucky I find those people,who are right now asleep.Their heartbeats slow and steady,their dreaming calm andContinue reading “An Insomniac’s Morning Hours”
I met a boy
I met a boy. He seemed, at first, to be just a little boy whose paws smelled like a kid’s old sweaty sock after a football match, and whose skin had soft fur that knots when he gets nervous, and whose farts are lethally silent. But he taught me things, like: time is relative. ItContinue reading “I met a boy”
Dear You
Dear You, What were you expecting? Of course you are found in this shattered state.Your downward plunge could only be THIS Great!For wasn’t your climb up so steep for so long?I’ll tell you why, now, you feel wiser and strong! So when your hands lost their grappling gripas your foot took that slippery slip…and whenContinue reading “Dear You”
Conditional
Whoever said a dog’s love is unconditional was greedy to be loved. Poor creatures, those furry friends… they take all the burden of ‘loving unconditionally’ just because they like to have a home, they enjoy routine. It’s our job is to love them unconditionally, not theirs. They can’t even speak for themselves to say: HowContinue reading “Conditional”
The Sunken Forest
August 25th, 2014 – “That Day” / “Today” Fire Island, New York Dear H, My sentences will be long. If you are in quarantine like I am, only read this letter when you want to plunge into the abyss like we used to, where sentences are made for pure feelings, and where they lack structureContinue reading “The Sunken Forest”
Fire Island Scribbles – 1-
A dialogue about people – I like raw people – So, like, what? You like them uncooked? – …. Yes. I like them uncooked. Not even seared, not the slightest heat touching them. – Do they also have to be whole? Or can they be sliced, chopped, julienned? – The knife can have touched them,Continue reading “Fire Island Scribbles – 1-“
A Prism of Possibilities
This, today. I wish you could carve it along the walls of your home. One of the most remarkable ordinary days is occurring unreasonably. Today had no incentive to start so kindly, but it did. Something tells me that the magic of your growth is the actual source of this prismatic primitive feeling. This letterContinue reading “A Prism of Possibilities”
Beisan's Burble 