Palmy Boy

As you rode that bike, you head hanging forward…shoulders to your ears..

Skinny jeaned knees splayed …

sun bleached, dirty curls swinging…

You body made you look like you were bracing yourself for impact… 

Permanently.

Primal Scream

“I am more awake than I have ever been… yet reeling from the dream.”

Freedom or Bust?

It’s as if I can taste how things can be… an essential, connected beingness… there is no real ‘discrepancy’ ‘out there’ … and the moment I get my hands and feet in the soil… I laugh about everything my mind takes issue with…. or gets caught up in for its own self-serving gratification. We get…

The Nature of the Beast

Through a half-open curtain, he welcomes me… to the stage of his ridiculous theater. My yearning for peace and belonging and the fact that he reminds me of an old friend from Prague has drawn me here… * I tell him my woes, He tells me I am beautiful… as if that is the main…