to open hearts
to open hearts
with lullaby runners
and saintly socks
and sainted songs
with moving parts
and roaming bones
and strolling homes
walk through the jungle
step by step
one jungle at a time
if you’re in luck
to open hearts
with gilded ashes
and april showers
and rising greens
with found objects
and gathered seeds
and sprinkled thoughts
walk through the jungle
step by step
one jungle at a time
if you’re in luck
to open hearts
with hurricane smiles
and blue stars
and children’s games
with softened
and smoothed
and rested
with loosened
and caressed
with time
launch of the mushroom chronicles
Tacos Kokopelli, Wednesday 2 May, from 7 pm, with readings throughout the evening.
https://www.facebook.com/events/457072058072050/
now available in Phnom Penh: The Mushroom Chronicles
on ordinary days of quiet celebration
some know how
some know how
some know how
some just cannot
as you find the years you lived through
actually produced something amounting to history
while memories twist into narratives
that you remain oblivious to
and you watch and wait
to see where it goes
or if it goes
or what it became
on ordinary days
of quiet celebration
there bloom
small moments
when it all makes sense
1,222
1,222
45
23, 24
74, 75
6
9
999; 1,000; 1,001
999; 1,000; 1,001
9
9
6
23, 24, 42, 32
3, 5, 7, 19
12,222
1,222
122
12.2
1.22
.122
0
upon waking
this is where
it begins
again
chimera of dreams
inserted within the
humility of the unconsciousness
a newborn cries
because it cannot speak;
we cry when
we have no other way
to deal with the inexpressible
floating
I dream
of one who is two
and neither one a floater
this is where
it begins
again
mobius strip
compressed and flattened
against itself
sticky
floating
I dream
of another who is no floater
magician rather,
conjurer
a reaching
via ineffables
sending messages
through third parties
upon waking
upon walking
upon sharing
the messages pass
through channels
cut through
the air/time
that flow
with grace/love
this is where
it begins
again
coming soon: the mushroom chronicles
