Saturday, November 29, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
i can't write on a full stomach
with my belly hanging over my legs
like a drunken dirigible
instead i will put a drill in my nose
and hang art in my sinuses
when i sneeze
the wine is only fair
Thursday, November 06, 2014
The Exchange of Gasses
We have plants in our home, and our job is to keep the plants alive, for as long as possible.
We have pets in our home, and our job is to keep our pets alive and healthy, for as long as possible.
We have relationships, friendships, lovers, family: we keep our connections alive as long as possible, until we fall down and are no more.
To say that we are treading water is not quite right--that has a sort of desperate quality that being alive surpasses, but the idea of staying afloat is very near the mark.
We are trying to control our own gravity, our own entropy, our own demise, but we can't control it; we can only pay attention to our breathing, to our spinning wheels, for as long as it takes us to exhale.
Water the plants, love the pets, be good to each other--remember to breathe, but revel in your exhaling!
That's the air of the world leaving your body, altered by the experience. Oxygen battered into carbon dioxide--a fine way to treat a guest!