Mammal Muse
A friend brought this video to my attention, saying
"He does it for wholeness."
Here it is for anyone who missed it.
http://youtu.be/H6ZqKmaN2qw
Prose Poem
(untitled)
One blue planet suspended in space - the smell of plants in a garden - air shifts - colors of sky - taste of dirt - vertigo as earth rotates and spins. The way perception proposes that sun is passing, or moon rising - how gravity holds me here, thoughts still popping like hot tarts from my mind oven - always cooking up, or stirring some brew of memory and conjecture.
Then a moment when, so entirely consumed that tyranny is suspended, the sands of time run out.
Then a moment when, so entirely consumed that tyranny is suspended, the sands of time run out.
I live for that.
