Letters #4 Bookstores

John K King Used and Rare Books in Detroit, Michigan takes the cake. I love bookstores. Can’t get enough of them. Even if I spend all day in one, I can probably revisit that same shop the next day and still have a great time. To me, a bookstore is a worthy alternative to traveling, …

Letters #3 — Unconventional Prose and poetry

It's more than being good with words. To write well, you have to be receptive to the things going on around you and within you. The second part came naturally to me while the first part, the technique, took more time and practice. Quite a few years. I still haven’t perfected it, but eventually I …

You know the title

No more fear. Fear is a con offered by those who don’t realize they’re peddling it to begin with, there's too much fear so please lead with love No more fear. We can identify a problem But don’t have to lose our head or compassion and respect love spirit If we are the problem Then …

At an ol’ familiar haunt

I just had one of the most fantastic breakfasts of my life, and After a good long wait I’m a changeling back on the scene not a moment too soon here with my people, this Saturday morning through the early afternoon sipping my coffee late in October, for Halloween’s a-coming and the air is cool …

The Only Sin I Ever Committed

The only sin I ever committed was stepping away from who I am as if it was ever necessary in order to love others. We create, express who we are and meet at the overlap The courtyard we call democracy jazz love. -- The world’s customs and perspectives are changing, the resistance to it is …

total.bliss

Total bliss is recognition of the unity in all things -where the danger of grouping is that it’s limiting -universal truths needn’t be pigeonholed, exclusive This existence belongs to all The difference is who sees and who does not that there is no difference at all except for that which defines the individual making each …

Letters #1: On writing

Like just about anything creative, it's a river. Or stepping into one. And once you're in it, you let it take you.   You might exert some of your own will onto it but ultimately when things are going best, it's the river that decides.  And it speaks through you as well as to you, …

I’m going back in

I’m going back in where things are seen by stepping back and laying low staying loose, ready to go this is only a pome, but we’re on the move never free bound to earth to make the scene just breath and see dance and dwell right in your beat there you’ll see it’s you and …

Who Profits?

Words & Music by Ren Michael I need a good friend Who goes on more than instinct Though when you show me the source Don’t pretend not to blink You claim to report But now you tell me what to think I’m over it man I’m here the brink I’ll see you at home I’ll …

I think I’ll be living in Santa Fe pretty soon

I think I’ll be living in Santa Fe soon picture me walking ‘long a New Mexico road that Pueblo adobe & streetlights of candlit brown paper bags on a winters night me and the moon and You standing before St. Francis cathedral yea I can see it I can see that being my little midnight …

On Meditation

I was thinking about Headspace and how it was the real introduction to mediation for me.  I think it’s a great app for the beginner, and it does a wonderful job at making something long-considered esoteric more approachable and welcoming.  I started in the early Spring of 2016 and I continued meditating consistently for the …

typing late at night

typing late at night the halls are silent kitchen’s quiet, all I hear is the tapping of the keys the low hum of the fridge and the sound of the lonesome rider driving in the night, as ever down Normandie I hear him the lone rider he’s outside my window waiting not quite lonely, no …

staying grateful during a headcold

Yea I’m grateful to breathe at the least, and hey I've got my lady with me as she calls out rigatoni, time to eat it’s you and me, baby with our pup Sunny and a box of kleenex I’m grateful for you for our friends and our family and like I say thankful just to …

Village Song

There is a feeling I get Watching this show Villagers in the wasteland Villagers out in the forests of our escaping Here we are When we learn to let go Of our obsessions Our desires, our possessions Our mental discussions And simply enjoy the quiet The waves on the beach The whisper of the wind …

twin palms

People passerby in the afternoon sun twin palms at my side I don't worry none, no I'm sittin' on top of the world. drinking my piñon as the harmonica plays, the other day I didn't know my own name but I see now the reflection, as I read the buried poems of a 60-year old …

Posting and Parks

I don’t often post in the moment because I‘m either without reception or—most of the time—too caught up in the moment itself. This was a combination of the two, though by the looks of it, I am in the middle of taking a picture. Needless to say, I post a lot of pictures after the …

Where Do We Begin? Sketches.

once I was wanting to accumulate (just) stacks of papers and notes as I busied myself with more writing and creating and letting the stacks of papers grow like towers & skyscrapers in a white city as I busied myself like Hephaestus deep in the fiery trenches grinding out work after work But now you …

Caravan Song

It's easy to lose yourself in the desert. When you abandon the basics, the building blocks of navigation laid down by generations before--like following the sun, where it rises and sets--then it becomes easy to lose your sense of direction too. When you've lost your sense of direction, along with sense of self, neither way …

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