divine dissatisfaction keeps the conversation open keeps us in touch; we both have our emergencies, worries, anticipations, … mind is too powerful a projector down the road, imagining and inventing Nonfiction writers imagine. Fiction writers invent. These are fundamentally different acts, performed to different ends. Unlike a fiction reader, whose…

some gentle evening hoping to believe believing not in logic, plans, strategy or solutions, trusting the impulse to Write, the Voice Inside, as opposed to a clever maneuver to solve the apparent problem—instead, let life devour you; don’t save yourself; yield and surrender ~ so says a dying mystic on his…

It’s better to burn out than to fade away but I am fading, can’t stick anywhere in the world, dreading my laborious addiction to aloneness ~ but this ripens a poet, no? I am being stripped of pretense and expectations, cleverness; maybe this is growing up? Painful uncertain times, a…

altered lovemaps, imprinting gone wrong and errors in erotic targets Paraphilic infantilism - Wikipedia Paraphilic infantilism, also known as autonepiophilia, psychosexual infantilism and adult baby syndrome, is a sexual…en.wikipedia.org lovemaps ~ the object of longing; how the brain creates the object in the wild to go after: I sit in the same coffee shop year after year to remind myself there is NOTHING underneath the Other, no grand place…

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t sense you’re wired for monogamy. And that’s okay (if that’s true) bec we are all on a different journey” @gplewis REKT!! lapsed Ph.D. reiki healer BUT NOW I LOOK UP AND THERE's another pretty girl; another one gave me a tarot reading…www.tumblr.com almost leapt like a tiger to respond with another long voice message (she said she loves those) ~ i will :) there is…

make a painting about the game you don’t want to win this is a coaching session and a nervous breakdown i am both the addict/artist/outlaw and the way of curing, of suturing, tying together disparate, disconnected, scattered things which were once united; mosaic and collage is a breakdown longing for…

tapped into “the voice” as ever which is just a churning volcano of noticing remembering imagining and PATIENCE yes that sultry midwife who births careers YOU’LL HATE ME FOR because you know i’m sick and a monster revealed and you know i’m the cure to all evil in the world…

would anyone love me for it? what does the past do? what do you do? so much salvation to do — out of lack, we work and fulfill for others; good copy for a nunnery or religious sect based on service to the poor; certainly gives the day some…

Fresh out the claws, some disjointedness between earlier and now; always a typographical error to suture closed; wordplay all day — now taken seriously, my being and becoming a man, at my edge, proudly flawed yet still communicating, on the grid, on the record (on-chain may be a step below…