Crack open the moon let the stars fall out Sweep the sky with dusty light Break open - open wide And let the heart bleed life to the beat of wind on rock to the rhythm of rice swollen with water steaming with night ... I started with a line and let the drawing take… Continue reading Crack Open the Moon
Just started... Should get me through winter. Do not lie to yourself.
Time, like language, is our way of bringing order, control, and meaning to what is. I feel stuck in the middle of time and language right now. A part of me wants to bring language around all that has happened within and without me last year, but another part of me is content to just… Continue reading The Language of Time