I Never Knew I Liked

Forms. I’ve run away from poetic forms because they seemed too...structured? I don’t know. Whatever the reason, poetic forms made/make me feel insecure. But. I must’ve  (insert any number of cliches about change here) because I’m all for trying a new form or two now. Tonight, I try the golden shovel. My proto-version at least. … Continue reading I Never Knew I Liked

These Days

Today I re-watched the documentary, Becoming Cary Grant. Grant had a life filled with abandonment and adoration. At one point, he underwent therapy, LSD therapy, to help resolve his inner estrangement. For him, the drug’s effect of dissolving boundaries unlocked much of what he’d hidden even from himself. I’m sure if I’d ever tried something … Continue reading These Days

For All We Know

Stories, stories everywhere. Especially here.     This   Everything catches my eye: spent blossoms of blue plumbago in a small tidy heap vivid beneath grass-green leaves and its whip-like stems a man, stopped mid-stride on a sidewalk, debating with air the time and its demons, ragged clothing aflap on his livewire frame Nostalgic for … Continue reading For All We Know