the path

7. Can you connect the dots that led you to this decision?

in a linear

one two way

there is a gush

and a wale

setting forth to embrace

all this world has to offer

my vocal chords

calling out to

challenge the universe

to a 87 year duel

suffering is not

the only way

exhaustion sure

we live, of course

and living is hard work

but asking you why

lets me peer in your soul

somehow

my reflected shoulders

rounded, muscled and strong

serve my memory

for fighting

making bathing in beauty

this world of extreme poles

into creating a challenge

for questioning

that difference that makes

us, well, not so different

Danger lust

6. What made it stupid?

bad choices,

ones that shiver

memory

scratch your skin

like army issue blankets

& smell of that certain gauzy light

they rush & slam

street lights

flash erasers on blurred eyelids

finding

vodka

bubbling

& manage to drive

25 miles

down an interstate

for bad sex

a pack of camels

tests & frayed logic

danger lust

lives with you

Failures

4. What is the dumbest idea you have ever had?

dry skin

cracky, crusty, coke filled nostrils

lovely words

and motel sixes

I never went so fast while filled with liquor

whole numbness

filled with superficial secrets

that darkness

sweeps like ink and fills in my shame

Felicia, in lusty bravado

only

once regretting

a morning wake up call

my fist is clenched

with remembering

it opens

when I want to forget

Phenomenal

What made it great in your mind?

silver linings are part of my

pockets.

difference makes

me, well, different.

but able to see that

air you breath

is mine,

the same

with hazy nitrogen

attached to its oxygen

that ground

we share pitters

the earth beat, nitrogen,

that i can feel and

bring you to.

difference makes me,

well,

different.

green leaves pushing carbon

through hard tar

resilient

molecules make difference

somehow, not so different.

Backwards

3. What was the best idea you ever had?

marching to silence

flying in water

embracing emptiness

following

invisible footsteps

that

genius

of the i don't cares

transformed

to I'm listening

to what do you think?

to arriving solo

backwards

and one beat

ends

my brown, pink, blue, black

imagination

ties ends of empty

to beginnings

to tear spun strings

to energized echos

One clear moment of difference

melding into me.

Watcher

2. Was anyone there to appreciate it?

one snail

two worms

a one eyed dog named susan

and a toothy cat named lou

crashing from the living room

unearthed a beast

awoken from a wine sleep

waving a wand of nicotine

baby, baby, baby

vines can't grow in the shade

but my, you are a silly one

a funny little girl

come sit

let's talk

about how

things grow

That Creative Spark

For work I am reading Twyla Tharp's The Creative Habit. Something I whole heartedly recommend. She has a list of 33 questions that are created to help one get to know their creative compass.

I will take on one for the next 33 days.

Number 1: What was the first creative moment you remember?

Planting seeds

spit on my plate

juicy red and

flowing

my chin sticky

with summertime

those back porch steps

would trellis vines

sure, sure

the six year old mind

saw a fertile crescent

that patch

broken glass, rusty nails

and scratched in

watermelon seeds

A I

97.2, 97.5, 97.63

human incubator of change

98.6, 98.8, 99

hot flashing moods

puce, ecru, magenta, blue

counting down, too

that perfect peak