The Green Man

 shows up, wanting to be seen again. 

Also

nubile youth sitting

next to her sweetheart's

muscular thighs

watching the skyline

thinking of sex and 

beauty. human and

mountain alike and

eyeballing my gladiator like

another piece of sex

candy itself

and I feel like a person again

and discovered I'm on 

the other side now

Supervised

Try as I might I get 

swallowed whole

Eaten alive by the 

violence of the polite

conversation dodging 

words like grenades

Forget which way is up

Forget what's goodrightreal

I'm so tired I'm

 backwards and

maybe I just need

a nap

A Classic Moment... Puget Sound

Obsession... year of the covids... propaganda

Right now I find myself obsessed with the function of propaganda. I'm experiencing individuals from all sides of me consuming it whole, then regurgitating. It's almost like friends, family, strangers at the grocery store.. expect me to open my mouth and take it all in, like a baby bird swallowing nourishment from it's mother. There is little grace for other perspectives, for learning, little listening, silliness. 

I'm am feeling pushed to explore this idea. How can we do better unless we take the responsibility to masticate propaganda before it's regurgitated. It's the Ayn Rand demand of rationale thought: a call and demand to think, not follow. 

It is time to invest in investigative journalism. Trust me, there is a difference when you pay for news. Try not to react until more information is present; there is time to process; time to think. 

We are in the midst of the fog of war... have patience. 

Sacred Space - Alpine Wildnerness

The Mtns pierce the tip

of the sky with

pale blue or green or yellow

rushing mountain water

refreshing my spirit

Sacred space for my soul

a five minute reset

breath in the roar

and river driftwood

spinning in a long 

twenty-five foot circle of inches 

and watch the flat rock

Home in my hear is here

and so on

Come back again and again

Campfire

It's so hard to capture what flame feels like, licking upwards. It's strange that something violent is also comforting and beautiful, you can just sit and watch it and be absorbed in thought.