What if
June 18, 2015 § Leave a comment
What if your eyes turned the color of that azure blue from staring too long at the sky.
What if you looked long enough between those two blades of grass to see the feet of your beloved coming back to you from the other side.
What if you knew, without a doubt, that this death was a birth, and this birth was a death.
The fruit on the apple trees swell with moisture and sweetness. The baby juncos have long left the nest. This place that I sit has memories of over a hundred feet shuffling across the ground…
Each pair carrying a hope, a dream, a prayer… a fear, disdain, and crippling hopelessness.
Under those stars, I held my hand up with tobacco and sweet grass. Under those stars, I held them wrapped in a blanket. Every cell in my body conjoined with the prayer and hope for their well-being.
What if I got to see you, whole again, walking away from that circle. My heart would dance at your feet like a small puppy.
I may not know much, but I do know this – I look into your eyes and I see fire, and water, and songs, and a tree.
And when your heart has been freed, a little piece of me will travel with you.
Travel well, my friend. I may not see you again, but I will always hold you in the highest of hopes. Thank you for letting me.
There will be
June 9, 2015 § Leave a comment
On the nature of making art
May 15, 2015 § Leave a comment
I have tried to put something into words, here. Using a language that I can only hope might extend beyond the limitations of our truncated vernacular.
Outside of this consented reality exists a wildness and a knowing that we never left behind. I beg you to remember, & to remember with me…
Art is a drug
May 1, 2015 § Leave a comment
Rage and despair are both muses that carry a whip…
Desperation rides in on the tailcoats of deadlines and pressure with the torch, setting fire to all the superfluous.
Final presentation is the agonizing ecstasy of the rib cage being opened, the heart being removed, and the pressure is finally released. A birth accompanied by an orgasm…
Exposure to the public reveals the child that has come forth. Stunning in its beauty, and disbelief that this could have possibly come from you.
And the meditation of what the hell did you just do and why would you ever do that again.
Art is a drug…
what needs to be said
April 29, 2015 § Leave a comment
There are times when things need to be said.
There are times when they don’t.
There are times when the silence of observation becomes paramount, as the world spins around and my ideas of what is and isn’t are churned into a soup of grey.
Not with words, anyway.
The universe seems to take delight in leading me by the nose into blind 90 degree corners. Or maybe, I just took too much comfort in the direction that I thought I was going.
There are words that are allocated for only the titillation of spirits. Phrases to invoke the invisible, the ancestors, the spirits of the wood.
There are movements allocated for only the seduction of the flesh.
The gifting
April 15, 2015 § Leave a comment
For the want of water,
Breaking point
April 6, 2015 § Leave a comment
Where I am finally tired enough
Worn down enough
A breakneck speed,
Where the skin almost breaks
Where the feet blister
Darkest before the dawn, they say
Where the will to hang on to
Persephone’s Rose
March 15, 2015 § Leave a comment
I’m an artist, Jim, not a physicist
March 15, 2015 § 1 Comment
Nightkiss
March 13, 2015 § Leave a comment