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December 12th, 2008
What am I afraid of? Nothing really, or is just that I do not want to be uncomfortable? I have officially bored myself with this topic. I know what I have to do. I am just avoiding it, because it's hard and scary. Fear of the unknown. That thought process goes against what I believe, so why am I feeding into it? Suck it up, get it out, and relax. Just like the day after the final. At some point you stop caring about the final, you just want it to be over so you can move on to newness.
May 8th, 2007
Cyber Cipher #8: Eighth Day Dawning
Holographic, long playing Akashic Record, 2D-disk, multi-tracked, read only laser graph spinning, dealing out a karmic card house of corrections, refracting high fidelity focus: endless, thirty-three and a third revolutions gone from the Garden of Glory.
Blind Joe Death chants oceans as the sun be goin’ down, an apple fallin’, the full moon risin’, doin’ all evil deed blues.
Read the rag times, maple leaf red falling leaves, children swelling Adam’s apple after butterfly, beyond blossom, moth and flame conjoin: mystic vapor—lock!—like serpents coiling, primal pulse coursing each and every-- Mark Time!
January 13th, 2007
The wind makes people crazy. Clouds move through the night sky thin and fast. Curtains burst into rooms, flustered, erect and across the neighborhood the angry slam of doors rises to a crescendo. There will be no sleep in little houses tonight. Slender walls and cheap floors moan. Japanese maples and landscape shrubs cow down, submissive. The smell of wet cement is on the cool hot air although there is no sign of rain. Reading lights and the moon glow of TVs flicker on and off, on and off anxiously. The huff and turn of sleepless bodies becomes a heartbeat.