Is this lost feeling good? The opening of air rushing in as my frame expands to climax, perspective shifts and I sink inside… What words spoken are meticulously black or white, words and their definition… definitions have webs of intent and perception… I deconstruct so far as to “organize” into constituent parts; solely, to create … More deconstruct


The cabinet holds the trinkets of memories… gone events, faded emotions, worn details… . . . I close the cabinet, shaking off the tape recorded conversation running on a loop in my head. Ki is here. His muscular languid stride up the stairs, is fluid but heavy… I don’t know how many stairs down I … More doors


I will not ignore my cravings for a reward. … will you? Joy Jane June 41st short 08.18.2019 reward


Look. When I am of occupation, I am suspended and locked in the mind as I exercise my senses… “Th-when” my mind searches and lashes out, the mastery of boredom is understood… the pleasures, the stimulation and the captivity of art and creation bring a giddy of fun… Discovering and rediscovering have a newness with … More boredom

stranger within

When we were pre-teens, Rosie wrote me the most beautiful hate letter. The delicate envelope was made from fine fibers tinted with the blush of pink and with hand drawn flowers so beautiful and detailed only added to the charm of the fat envelope. Inside a treasure of hate bursted at the seams and the … More stranger within