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It’s Not Easy
May 15, 2012 ‘It’s not easy.’ said the stones to the troll. “Easy what?” replied the troll. ‘That’s it, just that, it’s not easy.’ So the troll picked the stones up, one by one, which was a strenuous feat, and flung them into a nearby stream, eventually damning it up and forming a pond wherein [...]
To Enter Aloneness With A Seed
May 7, 2012 To enter aloneness with a seed, To see a roll of fencing and allow it to remain a roll, To see the new diary and allow Birth and Death to boil the ink in due time, To not force the Universe to revert, To see the wild flower dancing in the deceased [...]
It’s Nearly Sunrise
May 3, 2012 It’s nearly sunrise and the owls have settled in to sleep, there’s a fairy sweeping moss off of footprints and playful designs that all bodies make when together, romping on Dusk’s welcome mat, running after God in the dark, smiling, listening to Wisdom’s hoots and the high pitched choruses of crickets, Then [...]
When The Grass Stopped Growing
April 18, 2012 When the grass stopped growing, and the touchless hands looked at themselves, folding and folding, like butterfly wings undue outside of chrysalises, then you stepped forwards, calling Backwards to arouse the Sun to rise and the moon to bathe Worry in bright white light, singing to baby crickets, smiling inside an eight [...]
Edgar
April 11, 2012 It wasn’t Edgar’s first crossroads and he knew it wouldn’t be his last. He looked around and noticed lots of tiny feathers stuck between leaves and stones, twigs and mosses. He looked to the left, there was a cat asleep under a tree, he looked to the right, there was a tree [...]
The Bridge
The Lover came to a swinging bridge labeled ‘Fear and Doubt’. The Lover looked at the chasm below, at the thinning handrails and old boards and lit it on fire, burning it away. The Lover set up his tent and fell asleep. The next morning the bridge was there again, exactly as it was before. [...]
The Safe Thief
February 18, 2012 A thief breaks into a house; he creeps across the carpet to the safe. To his surprise the door is on backwards and he says to himself, ‘Wow, I’ve never seen this before.’ and scratches his head. There’s a small sign on the front of the safe, too small for him to [...]
The Wall
March 1, 2012 The wall. The moonbeams upon it, the snail crossing over it, the age crossing through it, the boat French kissing it, Rest. The relentlessness of relaxation, the snowing of sun shining, the black seeds of colorful poppies, the tongue saying, ‘This is bland.’ Old man. The way he listens because he cannot [...]
I Am Wanting
February 23, 2012 “I am wanting.” said gently the whiskers to the nose, “I am understanding this that I’ve found.” said gently the nose to the wanting whiskers, “I am drawing boundaries and eradicating boundaries.” said firmly the cat’s eyes to the supporters flanking and in between, “I am determining the justifications of my appetite [...]
In The Lamplight Of This Purity
February 23, 2012 In the lamplight of this purity, sandstorms frost the lamp’s glass, In the flame of this light, pages close and book-covers warm themselves beside bookstore cats, Mountain ranges and frostbitten howls of a meditation-man forced by the Universe through an accident, a slip and a pinned in position, to meditate, Night owl-towers, [...]