This post first appeared in JP Loves Cotton, 12 Dec 2013 I'm not sure if she was insane, or simply eccentric. My friends who own the antique store didn't seem alarmed at the lady holding up the camisole for inspection. Her accent was heavy - perhaps eastern European. And maybe the item of …
Writing
Konnakol Resources
(update Sep 2020) Since last writing, Vidwan B R Somashekar Jois and his World Konnakol Academy have posted dozens of videos on their YouTube channel: Start here! (updated 8 May ´17) It's not the purpose of this post to explain what Konnakol is, or how very valuable it can be in your music. …
I swim
I swim in your eyes; pools of mahogany and fluid ink I swim in your mellifluous voice, wrapped around me in syllables, tentative sentences, paused in question. a river, descending the high planes, continuing through jungles of vines and leaves larger than my face, Vines wrapped around …
Best Friends
I can´t tell you very much about Arthur. His older sister Amber was my older sister´s best friend, and his older brother Jonathan was my own older brother´s best friend. Our families seemed to possess an inherent symmetry of friendship, thus it was only natural that I felt Arthur was my own best …
Escarpment
Two disparate systems ribonucleic jiggledance, conjoined through lightflash distance medium; filtered through honeycombed pollen patterns. You are the sky, the mud, the air porous shining down between leafless winter branches, filled with ghosts of milkweed blooms; confusions of acorn caps …
The End of God
Originally published on the Patheos blog, 18 Dec 2015 “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” John 1:1 There are words that we use for things we know so well, as in, “look at that goat over there, it’s chewing on my favorite book!” …
Boat House
That there are spring days in Central Park, where the world rushes in, where underworld choruses summon, cinnamon dancers in the shadowed arches, fountain splashes simple, easy laughter the light touch of a seasoned busker’s hammer dulcimer. There are spring days in Central Park, that span …
Hero’s Journey and Relationships
Rilke once wrote, “For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.” And while the poet loved his solitude and “terrible angels,” he took on the work of love with …
The lowly like
Don’t disparage the “like,” “favorite,” or other social media element that let’s me acknowledge you. Yes, as a means of communication, it is a dust mote in the shadow of a hug; but it still works – it still let’s you know that yes, I’m here, I see you. And isn’t that, at the end of the day, …
Artist Warrior
Being an artist can be challenging. A lot of life shit can get in the way; the need to make money, put bread on the table, gas in the tank, and such. And then there's just the human penchant for distraction, which some of us have more than others. All sorts of people are afflicted with all sorts of …