Two eyes forward two eyes back.Calm seas calm sees.
A poem by Caitlin Johnstone.
I’ll take my salad with a hypocrisy dressing.
Shopping is just not the same.
A poem written in aisle #4.
A Haiku poem.
Fire for our belly Smoke for our breath Ash for our heart Great burning subtraction Wild loss combustion machine Coming Coming Eating it up And finally in sordid stillness in abject silence gifting us this collodion-black negative of all we had. — Ian Miller Featured image: @ryno_thecaptain
In that first hardly noticed moment in which you wake,coming back to this life from the othermore secret, moveable and frighteningly honest worldwhere everything began,there is a small opening into the new daywhich closes the moment you begin your plans.What you can plan is too small for you to live.What you can live wholeheartedly will […]
Happy birthday to my dad today! Love you. And a hat tip to Phil for this poem: The story that could be true. If you were exchanged in the cradle and your real mother died without ever telling the story then no one knows your name, and somewhere in the world your father is lost […]