August 27, 2011
I am in awe at the ongoing sacrifice of being alive to each other. Now I am willing to pay, all in, to the bone. There isn't a choice, and I have nothing else.
August 26, 2011
The first thought, a tiny wind, is mental vocalese, a series of long vowels opened into through mm or nn, that mimic the breath and the sound of sensory doors opening. What is the sound of the eyes recognizing form? What is the sound of ambient sound dawning on the conscious mind?
July 14, 2011
The peace of things reveals you as a piece of all things. This all happens before and beyond language.
July 4, 2011
...you remind me that to write truly I must keep an animal head and use my very bones to scratch my marks...