how to put into words the things, the people, the places that pump the heart-blood? how to make those symbols go down easy, hit hard, lift up? how to lay it bare without thoughts of rejection and judgment and ridicule? how not to be afraid? how to bring to light the complexities of an honestContinue reading “landscapes {of the human heart}”
Category Archives: hey, bukowski
the edge
the line,the tightrope,the razor’s edge. whatever you call it,we’re all walking it. betweenhopefulness and the absurd,confidence and arrogance,compassion and self-righteousness, freedom and the ego,awareness and judgment. most of the timei can’t even tellwhich sidei’m on. or if there areeven sides?or lines? and if it isevenpossible, to know? do we losein striving? canthoughtkillthought? the undisciplined tongueContinue reading “the edge”
the hunger
fierce is the longing for my home place, an intangible ache marrow-deep. shaped by her fields and her bayous, her mysteries and misfits and beasts. borne of her soil, married to her seasons, my rhythms shift and change in her absence. her likeness haunts me, ablaze in the kaleidoscope of colors at sundown or the songContinue reading “the hunger”
freedom
i’ve always marveled at birds on a wire. envious how they float just above this rational world. do they mourn our cluttered lives? are they saddened by our cages? outraged at our tail-chasing? the undisciplined tongue
light in the heart
do i alone dream of being luminous? vibrant and tender and open to the richest depths. with no purpose save for radiating beauty and a quiet, effortless grace that offers a brief respite from the crowded mess. unearthing things and unfolding them softly into the world. the undiscovered regions and the hopes and fears that petrify. noContinue reading “light in the heart”
because of bukowski
i got mad at a man in a wheelchair today. and i was everything i despise, and everything i never want anyone else to see. dark side out. it’s there, and i walk with it some times. do you? it’s all any of us wants isn’t it? to know we’re not alone? to have aContinue reading “because of bukowski”