Crackcrap

With good reason I write of this now. It is the time for fullness & frankness.  A time for clearing the air.  I do not now, nor have I ever considered you worthy of my enmity but I do foresee a time when that happy situation could be turned on its head.  Furthermore, it is…

Live * Love * Breathe * Feel

          In the beginning was the word The word made flesh Flesh made worse & this is real – if we but knew it – deeep in the now Standing on the edge of what’s about to happen This is still a planet where fire lives in sticks & light plays…

Biological Imperative

My bark is worse than my bite for now This is a peeling, a shed skin where do I fit in.  Some things can’t be said still less written in this, with this language in which words are tools for carvin’ & sculptin’ we lack the means to express degrees of caress. Breath is in…

Smoke & Mirrors

All that’s magic is smoke & mirrors All that’s science is smoke looking at itself in the mirror. It’s not for lack of looking we fail to see . . Any way you speak it language is unhinge-ingly clumsy. ‘A truth told with bad intent trumps all the lies you can invent.’ (Either we’re) in a…