Sunday, December 21, 2014

Winter Solstice...

Andrea Torres Balaguer
via Pinterest
Adi Dekel
Winter solstice
Day dark spilling into deep night

An offering of stillness
I'm asking if you can hear this

Teach me to sit in your quiet
Take me to your land of kaleidoscope dreams
And with a silent caress whisper me to rest

Today marks a point of no return-
Tomorrow darkness moves toward light--
Our eyes offered more in sight

 With a new moon
In a lustful swoon
Yet another year

I am here.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014


Maurizio Anzeri
Jason Olav Benjamin Havneraas
Arvida Byström
Yusuke Asai
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 Energy waves caffeine and alcohol streams
Filling highs or soothing lows
His habit. Her fun. Destruction.

People dancing drum beat blood streams
"Are you shaking out your demons?"
Sweating sweet in silent ritual
Circle of confessed miracle

Daily diversity here to preach
Character masks within reach
Desert. Ocean. Ghetto.

Vortex of observation
Texture never radiated light before
Halo round your pain
Create a story refrain

I speak to you but tell myself
I look to you as if you can help
I want you to wrap me into a wave
Ask me what I crave

Wednesday, November 5, 2014


Raphaël Année
Raphaël Année
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Sara Macel
Lean into the sweetness of this passing ride
Memories swirl like smoke
Truth evaporates with every toke

Dizzy from mind control
Which thoughts to hold-
Where to let go--

What if good and bad are just the same?
It's real or not.

Dizzy awake in dreams
Falling backbend kisses the ground
Listening for new sounds
You're nowhere to be found

I still think about that attic on the hill
I still long for that hiding space
The moist leaves and sharp cold lit like gold

Dizzy break down alone
I felt grown

Blood flow pumping words
This did not come from me
This is not my voice
I have no choice

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Wonderings on Warhol...

Benheine Deviantart
Zhang Ding
Raphaël Année
Andy Warhol
Richard Avedon
Todd Hido
They said he had no talent for narrative
Silently he wove a new culture heritage
Turned the TV on to us
We still live in the residue of famous dust

Clouded by convenience of the unattainable dream
Repeating beauty across silk screen
Your flavor of choice
Every color for you to rejoice

A martyr risen from death
Upstaged sick politic
Last super into space
He painted his own fate

The unartist artist
Listened and spit back

Never interfering with a needle prick
Men danced as the new sidekick
Silver Factory manufactured weirdo
I'm embarrassed that Warhol is my hero

Thursday, October 23, 2014

The Preacher...

Alexa Eisner, Jean-Paul Bourdier
Alexa Eisner
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Alexa Eisner
Brian Oldham
Alexa Eisner
Alexa Eisner
I am the preacher
Singing to a ghost choir
Scribbled dream note
Repressed inner hope

Asking too much-
Can you change my mind?

I don't believe in things
Weaving new histories
Never know that he
Couldn't be bout me

What is asking?
My mind is changed-

I've been keeping on
Mistakes fall into counting cents
Caught in a fire flame
Walking in sharp rain

Raising my glass to realness
Can you feel this?
Eyes closed, mouth open, moist taste
Emotions move with such haste

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Walking away...

Alexa Eisner
Ivan Alifan
Lisa Keophila | Fiona Lim Tung | Kristen Lim Tung | Jon Margono
Yulia Ustinova
Alexa Eisner
Part I: Strangers

Sat on a door step
Gate opened knocking my knee
Just off to grab the neighborhood coffee
"I could make my own," he said
I looked at his tattoo
Got up and walked away

Picnic table seat in momentary heat
Black shirt and white block letters
Denim on denim
And every other momentary trend
I know but play pretend
His smile
And a playful pup
Got up and walked away

Corner seat and Brazilian sounds 
Felt sick and sipped wine
Asked me why I hadn't finished yet
Never saw the bottom of that glass
Slipped out as he asked me to stay
Just got up and walked away

Part II: Falling Leaves

Noticed my feet kicking leaves
Beginning to smell pine trees

Back to songs on repeat
Means I'm moving toward a winter beat

Yesterday it was Indian Summer
Crochet blanket with a lover

Timing and wide awake
I'm shaking a defining fate

Moments from yoga glowing
Giving up all my knowing

There's no need
-to need this body
There's no need
-to know this mind
There's no need
-to hold any longer

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Lunar Ghost...

Brian Oldham 
Elvis Tang
Phillip Toledano
Yumna Al-Arashi
Paula Doepfner
Woke up and immediately began to rearrange
A mind made of music notes and harvest crown
Reached for the painting and let her down

Replaced the space with an image of two
Color swirl of dancers between movements
Blue paper umbrella shade to prove it

Today is a day for first loves-
A hand in mine and sweet goodbye
Best friends and parks made of Monet brushstrokes
Heart ink on skin
First freedom from sin

Took myself down the foxhole
Wishing only love for you
Hand painted gold
There is nothing now to hold

Walked miles and found green space
Children and palm trees
Listening to breeze

Straight lines fall up
And down
Had to call my mom

A vintage eye ring saw me today
Asking it kindly to guide the way
It remained shy with nothing to say

Stepped into the lunar eclipse
Speaking with sealed lips
Let us toast to this carnival ghost

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

He spoke. She listened. I heard.

Phebe Schmidt
David Samuelstern
Fiona Osborne
Phebe Schmidt
Jessica Wohl
 State of the art
That is the question

Listened to Patti talk of Whitman
Lines he wrote to all future poets
He with them in mind
Her with him in mind
A life of mostly poverty
Always following the authentic me
He spoke. She listened. I heard.

Afraid people are scared on my behalf
Kindred souls know the need
The way she spoke of Morrison
My understanding felt like sin

cut out paper doll
Folded into her figure I danced in step
Carried this bible in my arms
Clenched to it for comfort
I'm looking for my creative tribe
The way I feel and know alive

I sat with old ladies in Fillmore square
Nylon knee highs
Church gossip
Wandering eyes to passerby's
Young boys in low pants
Girls with high pitched laugher

I wondered what they thought of me
Sitting on the pavement
Swaying to rhythm
Feeling the crash of the waterfall
Rainbow leaves scattered

Trying is too much effort
I listened to the jazz man play
Heard a new story this way
Get your hands moving into play

Sunday, August 17, 2014

I tied a string to my wrist...

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Kendal Murray

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JeeYoung Lee
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Tomoko Yoneda
Crystal Morey
Part I:

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
The roots disappeared in resting knees
Laying still starring into sound
Repeat ringing in my mental background

Cracked this core and no feelings were there
Just swaying in the fresh of moonlight air
You stir a clear and gentle rest
And with just one given request-
Be free--
That has continued to grow in me
And so I tied a string to my wrist
Hoping that this feeling will persist

Part II:

Today I watched an old woman tend to a flower bed
At the end of the massive park
Golden Gate magic spark

Her smile almost irked me in its size
A back bent deep from years of looking down
She still held the gardener crown
Water hose in hand she nurtured with care
Which inspired me to offer a prayer

Then I found a new street beat to walk
It flashed from the corner of my eye
Back tracked because I had to give it a try

If I walked down a new street everyday I would be happy.

One block between the grand church and community gym
I was happy to take this unexpected whim
Every stoop with its own array of potted plants
I fell into a trotting trance

Turned around by the spin of the wind
Between wall frames and two step stoops
A kite danced in choreographic flight
Trash cans tipped in the ocean sight

This is what it is to feel alive.

I witnessed a girl wearing black holding a bottle
Twilight lit with full of yellow tint

I might not call her beautiful
But she felt as real as could be
Taken into elusive poetry
The center of her presence filled me
And then quite immediately
Understanding dissipated in flee 

Today was a day of much and little
Nothing I know happened
But everything I needed sat behind my eyes
I think it could be something wise in disguise