Sure I accumulate things. Just probably not the same things. We’re raised to believe that accumulating things will make us happy. Toys Jewelry Cars Homes When we accumulate these things we are living a full life and everyone around us can see it and then they aspire to accumulate the same things in the same way with the same hopeful outlook that somehow happiness is attainable even though it’s mostly out there just beyond reach…
Art is born on fire. A miraculous spark. A divine appointment. Its only desire, release. Art is beast that lives in your chest, clawing to get out. Best to accept this inherent truth and let it run to the farthest corners of your heart, nearly out of site, where wonder lives. Then have the courage to let it live outside of you amid the chaos where it will take root in another— encouraging similar release. Art…
A good day is a minefield eluding the devil with every step as she smiles that sideways smile with hair falling in her eyes. I step past to a more diligent place where I can stay busy with an active brain and not think about the lure of an open field where the devil stands at the edge waiting watching wondering how long before I give in. which, of course, I do. minefields are dangerous. and sometimes you…
toiling away in the wide open fields of my mind i dreamed of becoming a writer making a living rustling birds from the brush plucking them from the sky and placing them into rows on a page but life came calling and the mortgage demanded payment so i went to work selling my time to the machine of commercialism turning away from those open fields to focus on factory floors where industry clanged away and blindfolded automatons worked eight hours…
Election eve Dusk settles in Leaves fall outside the window War Pigs plays in the headset This is not America This is the company store Oh lord, yeah
Quieter quieter and then quieter still. Until the dogs are asleep and a pin drops on the kitchen floor. Quieter until your tinnitus is a roaring river. And then quieter still. Until the stars sizzle against the sky. And the heavy curtains of the day are drawn.
