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Ripples on the current

River current in a flat place, I must own you are not often what I see, which might be an audience of wind across your face, or even a tide grinding against you. The flurries and furies and backwaters of the moment have no bearing for or against the certainty of your...

Wounded spiritual bypass

How we pertain to our beliefs– how our truths can prosess/opess us! In point: “our wounds are our teachers” becomes a brittle one. Yes, I believe something inside that like a coal, or hovering beyond like a great distant height. But right now, the...

Soul rosin

Soul rosin, grip these strings, let the friction make me sing. Resonance, catch me and speak through. I’m hoping to release a din of nothing to say, in favor of a few necessary vibrations. I’m hoping to help out here.

Pissed illumination

It occurred to me last night that a room full of people has a face, and when you are playing music for them, it’s very acceptable and even a good idea to look into that face and address yourself to it. Unnerving. Energizing. And more daunting still, to listen...

Missed coffee sacrament

I took in something deep by accident in a coffeeshop today. The barista was bringing an offering of new-made coffee forward toward no one, toward the mobile order pickup dock that lay empty and soundless, in the direction of the entrance. Just then someone walked in,...