All Work

Now and then I try to put down some words and I’m left with silence, wordlessness. Other times, in metamorphic release, I break through to externalize and crystallize. We all have our moments (some more often than others) when the hard shell cracks and breaks off cleanly and effortlessly. Sometimes we shed baroque emotional obesity to shoot thin finely-honed arrows, or in suicidal anguish we flash crystalline jewels through winter trees,

Earthbound, heavy with gravity, sandwiched between rock and cloud, more water than anything else, like wicked witches of the west we are fearful of our own liquidity, Full of illusions of solidity, we lock ourselves in the prison of sensory perception, and mistake this for our home. We are bone and muscle, blood and nerves, thoughts and feelings, genes and chromosomes, arms, legs, fingers, and toes, atoms, molecules, and enzymes. But we are more, so much more. We are eyes t