Wings aflutter, like a curious dart connecting invisible dots across the sky, a collage of frozen frames- a beak, a wingtip, an eye- excerpted from whirling Possibility, a solitary thrush comes in for a landing on a crackling braid of steel, a stranded iron dance hall populated by troupe after troupe of Hertzian dervishes, a fire brigade of magnetic flowers opening, blooming, and then collapsing into electric echoes. Twenty stories above the desert floor, head […]
You… Is that you? Inside of me? I can feel you passing from one world to the next, the way the sun passes between the days, with shadows fleeing from the brilliance. I go about my day. You go about yours. We are entangled without intersection. What do you call this superposition? I looked but you were gone. I saw moonlight beaming on a field of curled grass and a wooden hatch- another one of […]
The surest sign you have once again been snookered by unreality is that you find yourself in an all too familiar position- crouched down behind a waist-high swath of shrubbery, sweating, heart pounding, vision tunneled, thinking you’re about to pull a fast one and nobody else will know. Take caution in such moments. You are being set up. Silence is irresistible bait. You tremble inside of it with anticipation, blinded by possibility, while the One […]
Sometimes when I think of Jesus my heart swells into a tear, a solitary drop of the purest intimacy- to where does it flow? to whom does it not? Coyotes howling in the night- they understand me. They speak the language that has no grammar. Souls congregate in a darkness punctuated by lonesome howling. Jesus walks among them- softly. Presence can ignite a fire. Our world is a negotiation with premises, unrelenting- but a Silence […]
If you haven’t tried everything yet, by all means keep trying. That is, if there is still something you wish to say or do that seems it might just be the thing to establish the veracity of your special amazing carefully hidden sparkling inner superhero identity- the one only you really understand, the one you feel that you and you alone must forge in the fires of your achievement and then quench in your cool […]
Grace has the consistency of wakefulness. You can rub it between your fingers and never even feel it. But the problem, is that it gets into your bloodstream, and later- when you’re driving in your car, or listening to foreign language tapes, or standing on your tippy toes trying to hang a skillet on a hook- it travels to your brain and shuts out the lights. You have a near death experience, and forget momentarily […]
We were born adrift, resilient beads of awareness shimmering on a high sea, buoyant. Sparkling. No land in sight. The residue of saturated space- meaning that cooling Emptiness could no longer hold in solution, dew drops from the Night’s sold out Vacancy, falling, caught – splat!- upon a blank canvas. No land in sight. We were all swaddling vulnerabilities, nascent and curious Futures-in-Training, fields of Potential whose every vector pointed away from a singular Discontinuity: the […]
A man arose early with the sun. He slipped from the bed, leaving his darling wife to rest. His two daughters were dreaming peacefully in the rooms beside. The dog padded beside him, excited and curious about his master’s early appearance. The man’s life was a cocoon of warmth. The center of his mind was an offering. But today he paced the kitchen, looking to the East, into the brilliant glow of morning, and he […]
At dusk, a colorwheel sky. It is yellow-green to the west. Overhead, a dimming into blue. The day’s earlier torrent of photons has reduced to a trickle. The last of them bounce through the atmosphere and, without any pressure behind them, scatter. Far away, the spigot has been shut– eclipsed by the rim of a spinning world. One by one, they are absorbed. Heeded. Listened to, like sacred whispers. In some cases, become flesh. The […]
A darkening horizon at midday, swelling thunderheads, a green tinge, and muffled light. A question blown like sand over a cliff. An equilibrium turning inside out. A suspicion of trains, coal, and rust. A nail, old, once surrounded by skin, encompassed by pulsing blood and heat, alive in the minds of men, an artifact of purpose, now pitted and worn, clinging to creosote, earth, and wood. A decaying uncertainty. A man, miles away, brow knitted. […]
Embracing Forever 