Who are you?

Who told you

That you aren’t treasure?

And who are they,

Assholes and fools,

To tell you your measure?

You choose

You decide

In the highs

In the lows

What you’re worth;

Take over everything!

Take your town,

Take your city,

Take the whole damn earth.

Be you!

Fuck the rest.

You don’t need them,

You’re the best.

There’s no one else.

Couldn’t have asked for a better New Year’s Eve. The Forks; fantastic Middle Eastern food at Al Basha; lights at the zoo and Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen in NYC. Goodbye 2025, hello 2026.

This is the end

The end of an era

The end of a year

The end of words

Poured out for good

Poured out for ill

A kind of kenosis

But not divine

This is the end

Of the words I send

I let them go

Like a rope i cling to

And fall free

Into whatever is next

Beyond the end.

The year is coming to a close and as I reflect i have one word – grateful.

I’m grateful for what I have,  I’m grateful for the journey, but mostly I’m grateful for who I am and who I’m becoming.

Rabbit is ready

All of the time

Ready to run

Rest to hide

Ready to be captured

Ready to die

Rabbit is tired of being rabbit

And so rabbit became fox

Running now in the open field

Chasing after it’s next meal

With abandon… this is fox…

Fox is not rabbit.

Cat is a lumpkin

Sitting in her window bed

Snoring quietly next to me

And I envy her this time;

Do i want a basket

Perched on a ledge

With a fur blanket

To melt into? Perhaps.

She seems…content

To exist in this space

With us by her side.

So i write about her,

This little island of hair

Curled in upon herself

Away from the world

For a brief and sleepy time.

Livewire

Cracked

Exposed

A naked nerve

An electrical fire

Touch at your own risk

Danger, do not open

This is what’s left

Of Pandora’s box

Just raw flesh

Skinned

Left in the sun

To die

Left in the open

To dry

Like fish

Hanging on wooden racks

Eviserated by Icelandic winds

To its essence

Today is sharp

Like knives in a cup

Points pointing up

Today has edges

Like faultlines

They show boundaries

Red routes along

Tectonic plates

Today has bite

Like a tired old dog

With no patience

Today is necessary

Like a sharp shovel

Biting into the earth

Prelude to growth

Sitting,  staring

Mesmerized by destruction

I fall into the fire

First go my thoughts

Lost to the ash

Then goes my soul

Deconstructed to atoms

And sent flying away

I am consumed by it

I am at peace with it