720: the world asks to be seen

I don’t recall what it was like to not do this thing each morning pen and paper now though I try differently can I tell the story of 59 years each day landing across the two pages in a collaged comp notebook

719: the world asks to be seen

I committed though to what it is still unclear nothing held perse a sensation a hope a belief that’s the best I can do I thought the new year was different then I returned to the familiar places and nothing felt familiar lost unmoored I ask of what this is the...

718: the world asks to be seen

I don’t want to be grumpy it’s just there nestled behind my ribs as if receiving a hug when all along I’d rather squeeze the life from it and go on in the other direction no harm done

717: the world asks to be seen

the small ache won’t subside the long run of meditation does not thwart it rather rises its bile so the pain is all the more prominent what is to be done with something that’s supposed to be one way yet no matter how you turn it gazing upon its many sides...