Right On Time

I once had a therapist who said dreams mean nothing – just nocturnal synaptic activity as our brain filters and sorts our waking activity.

What Once Was Known – Sonnet XXIX

I wake to see the chrysalis transluce

Equinox / our remaining hope / before / Darker / Interrupts / Dark

To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.

And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.

I write alone, in verse or prose / Enjoy it, if you predispose.

No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.

Even with functioning eyes / Seeing can never be forced.

Loneliness is not / Truancy of Them; / ‘Tis the Roar of Self

Moist is for cake. Only. Ever.

he enters the fray daunted – so much like before

Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine

So, today’s word prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS) is “hope“. HA! HA HA! I just wrote a poem … More

the breath so long withheld

where again is there?

branches reach across the chasm of flat, liquid nothingness

July doesn’t change a thing.

What will the church do with us?

The FIve-Fold Path

This was the first in a very irregular stream of video entries. I’m slowly uploading them to my site so … More

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