light in the heart

denver botanic gardens.  11th & york st.

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.

no choice
but to bravely bring into being
these delightful little abstractions
with their pleas and imperfections.

the undisciplined tongue

revolt. do something. anything. real.

bus stop.  denver.  12 & york.

we’ve been bamboozled.

we’re being controlled
by a bunch of greedy suits
and the electronic idols
they dangle in front of us.

it’s preposterous.

we spend twelve hours a day with media.  twelve.  that’s half of our daily allotment of life.  not to mention that we’re subjected to over 5,000 ads and brand names during that time.  preposterous.

are we but dimwitted mules trudging toward the carrot?  habitually consuming virtual sustenance?  looking for love and happiness and validation where it can never be found?  living carefully curated online personas that are sleek and smooth—not messy and innocuous like our real ones.

it’s quite peculiar.  this information age.  feeding us mostly useless and false intelligence with plenty of illusions.  of control.  of intimacy.  of knowledge.

it’s misleading, and we know it.  the willed spontaneity, the feigned self-deprecating talk, the incessant need to justify oneself and one’s actions to the [virtual] world.  (note: the very definition of virtual is “almost or nearly,” with its antonyms being actual, authentic, real.)

but it makes no difference whether or not our lives are as perfect beyond the screen as they are on it.  what matters is how it makes us feel.

how it’s grasping our throats and tightening ever so gently.  sneakily.  so we won’t realize we’re asphyxiated until it’s too late.

don’t get me wrong.  i have a lot of love for many aspects of [social] media.  but, as a whole, it leaves me feeling somehow deflated.  so many lovely and varied possible existences presenting themselves on a neverending reel.  subtly planting the seed that i don’t have enough.  am not enough.

and we’re trapped.  in our minds and our devices.  and we covet and resent and devalue.

we’re being conditioned.

to consume.  to create patterns of habits and artificial reactions that allow us to be controlled.  by the suits who build the things from which we need to escape.

but we’re in luck, because i know the antidote for the social-media-addicted-sick-man.  it’s a little avocation called being alive.  reading a real book with real pages.  going to a real coffee shop made of real bricks and drinking real coffee with real friends.  loafing through some real woods full of real trees producing real living, breathing oxygen.

revolt.  do something.  anything.  real.

the undisciplined tongue


colorado love affair


last dollar road, 12,311′ and mt. wilson, 14,246′

i have a requited love for colorado.  i belong here.  i feel like i’ve lived thousands of years and thousands of lives here.

and that’s not true of every place i’ve called home.  i knew some were temporal.

but not this one.

on any given day, i can open any one of my maps, put my finger on a point, and with relative ease, slip off to that place.  a place i’ve never been.  to do things i’ve never done.

pure frontier freedom.

buffalo mountain, 12,777′ and red peak, 13,189′ and mt. silverthorne, 13,357′
lower crystal lake, 11,959′
lower crystal lake, 11,959′
garden of the gods, 6,400′
st. mary’s glacier, 11,236′
double.  standard.  lake dillon, 9,016′
guthrie.  somewhere near golden.  elevation unknown.
above upper blue reservoir, 12,555′
chihuahua lake, 12,251′
chihuahua lake, 12,251′
full moon over red peak, 13,189′ and mt. silverthorne, 13,357′
blue lake.  telluride.  12,220′
via ferrata.  maiden voyage.  telluride.
via ferrata II.  it’s addictive.  telluride.
via ferrata II.  telluride.
lake dillon, 9,016′
boreas pass, 11,481′
mt. baldy, 13,690′
sunrise summit.  mt. bross, 14,177′
mt. bross, 14,177′
michelin man.  mt. cameron, 14,238′ and mt. lincoln, 14,295′
atop mt. democrat, 14,154′
above upper blue reservoir, 12,555′

and that’s not even the half of it.

the undisciplined tongue