I was sitting by myself at a café today, when I realized I look outward now. Toward the world. It felt a bit strange, because for the most part I’d spent my years looking inward. Toward the self. … A threshold has been crossed, maybe. … After all those years looking inward, by now I […]
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I remember the moment I turned, like a human bitten by a vampire. It was early in the morning at the crack of dawn You were with me and you smiled. I had to fight, I turned away But your venom spread like wildfire in my veins. Oh curses, damn— ‘Twas the end of me […]
“Whose job is it in times like this to connect ideas, realities and people?” ~ Mwende Katwiwa … I just came across the following 8-min talk from Rethinking Life, and its message is definitely worth spreading, especially for all kinds of artists out there. “[I]t is the artist’s job to unearth stories that people try to […]
I am on a plateau. … Flat ground. There is both nothing, and everything here. I think I preferred it when I was climbing a mountain, or sliding down a valley. At least then I knew where I was supposed to be going– Uphill, downhill. But flat ground— I could do either nothing […]
The other day, I glimpsed a movie scene of a dragon, breathing fire. Its hide was thick and thorny, its teeth bared sharp and spiky. Some humans, they were trying to gun it down, the monstrous thing. But the pelts, the bullets, the shots that were fired just bounced off of the dragon’s hide. […]
So, yesterday I saw a post about a “square poem” often attributed to Lewis Carroll (although as to who the real author is seems ambiguous). A square poem is apparently one whose words you could read either in rows (horizontally) or in columns (vertically); the poem would read the same. Here’s Lewis Carroll’s square poem: […]
cut my bangs • squeeze venom out of fangs • ride a mountain bike • confess to a boy I like • swim in the ocean • contact a Martian • cross a tightrope • speak Latin to the Pope • cook as well as my mother does • be the optimist I once was • multiply large numbers in my head • do backflips […]
