Cloud gazing for 54 seconds
A night spent around a fire brings out the depths of some people. I feel it is in our instincts from tribal times to open the lines of communication and reflect while gathered round a fire. There is something almost magical watching flames dance crackle and drift under a star filled sky.
Dance festival Thompkins Square Park.
Today is the fatalist day I've ever grown
It’s the end of the world as we’ve grown it but no one is fine, define “fine” like a mime speaking regrets for a lack of voice to express and suppress- what makes headlines neon lights flicker, human error, tragedy and scandal - but keep your eyes peeled with sight beyond sight a vision of balance, light to the dark, ash to the spark of the struggle continues- speaking loud...
Washington Square Park observations (free write)
Here I am just out of reach of the worlds demands watching existence pass, and in a small way interact by being aware of it all - We stand and we fall down in short spurts, we pass the ball and laugh, we gasp in gossips whisper tone half truths, we glance and pose, we find that most of us have a story to tell - between hell and heaven we are the bread of experience rising in this heart of...
Free write, spoken Entitled: “Unspoken Greeting when Strangers meet” was written in NYC on a park bench while sitting next to a stranger who seemed lonely, so I wrote this inspired by her. Interesting how we as humans can choose to simply observe or interact with each other. For me the lack of actual interaction was my muse. just sounds no visuals on this one
Life is like Jazz, each step a note that writes our solo, each observation a...– Me
"Thomkins Square Park Puddle" a free write, Spoken →
This is my first public “spoken word” piece. It was a stream of consciousness write I did while sitting in Thomkins Square Park NYC. Dig it.
Mid life shadows flashback
I was a Drama queen in training 8 year old pretty in pink cry and throw myself down to the ground to create my little private earth quake of getting my own way at all means necessary- blame it on my sibling rivalry temper tantrum pow wow of Keds looking for parental policies to veto kid brothers trespassing tap on my ears mosquito buzzing taunts and teases- mother back hands tear drop boy...
Just the way it is then?
Muted chaos rumbles underneath like a subway of discontent- tempers flair but remain contained under a muddle of society peer pressure restraint- where is power of the people fist raised outcry protest signs 100% proof cocktail of heat seeker myth-buster plausible questions period, stop to think and take it all in first, breathe - it’s not quite clear static flashing just out of transmission...