It’s pouring rain. I love it. It makes my insides giddy. It makes me feel like a kid again. I’ve been trying to write something serious, but I need to write this. I just got back to Texas after a beautiful two weeks away. I ate lobster in Maine, took a boat around a quaint… Continue reading

Maybe I am crazy or schizophrenic, but lately I have been more aware of the fact that I am a physical and a spiritual being. It’s like I have been able to separate the two, and see who I am really am. How many people in the world are happy when they stand in front… Continue reading

Today I was walking out of the woods. Dusk was approching and the sun was doing this light shaft thing through the pine tree branches. It made everything look like I was in some other wood, in another world maybe, with fairies and talking possums instead of mosquitoes and fire ants. I neared the edge… Continue reading

This site has been a weird thing. I have been unsure what it should be: A place where people can come see what I do and support me, or a place to put my poems and other rantings, or a place to post projects I am working on, blah blah blah. And then I thought… Continue reading

In this room, enormous pictures cover white peeling paint. People are crammed on rows of short stools. I look and see black hair, some streaked with white and grey, faces wrinkled with joyful smiles. Red characters hang on the wall, a lit up cross hangs above a mirror, reflecting the small room, making it look… Continue reading

Today I held a child at the orphanage. I wasn’t sure if he was a boy or a girl. His face was contorted and deformed, his eyes were tiny slits, his nose flattened and one nostril looked like it had been ripped open. His mouth was crooked and tiny. His body was the size of… Continue reading