conductor or composer~

conductor or composer~

The baton held high, all eyes strained on its tip to dip to strike the start all in silence conducted not a word spoken not a thought put to tongue only the swing and sweep of this one delicate stick at the end of ones arms the pencil its scratching and scribbling...
runon. applause~

runon. applause~

Life with no thought of applause~ Thomas Merton Impossible it sounds romantically ideal and cultural timely but let’s face it there is no way to live a life and not at least in a small desirous sense want applause for it I am not coming down on it at all not at...
blue line

blue line

it runs through it straight up the middle every time every single time. there are no words to give it no description that can’t simply be read in the look on her face and the deep well of black in her eyes. but there is no need for explanation. all of those...
runon.the there of it~

runon.the there of it~

Was I born with it were we all born with it a there sense of something that causes a guilt of living to plant itself deep early-on so that when we are older and wiser even this will be disrupted by the there of it I am tired of the guilt the sense of doing it wrong...