25 Days of Letters + Poems

You know the easiest to overlook nook of all can be your own insides.  In one ear, out the other, so said the grandmum. But I’ve in an ear, and buried; and that makes sedimentary sandstone of stories, daylight, faces and people, voices and accents, long roads, short, the scent of fresh onions, paint — until it’s not just pressed, it’s plaque, building up backwash-bacteria of the unexpressed.


Creativity is the same way.  It languishes unused; it rots.  Overlooked nook! It’s a buried one again, and that kind of sediment morphs into sickly, sticking, resentful sentiments all over the proverbial inner-carpet of the brain-pain.

I don’t like ignoring the nooks.  Half my joy in being alive is THIS. All of this.

I don’t like sharing.  Old block.

I do like sharing.  Pop on down, join me and Rampant Curiosity.  I make this 25 days of letters to Whomever It May Concern, and Poems. In all capitals, because that’s their proper place.

TODAY [ 2 March 2015 ]

You know, girl,

poetry can get you places a long-ways

It puts bones in your skin and

a fire to the blurt

of spirt

fretting-flutter spurt behind your ribs

Put that match to your insides

you’re a moonshine still

Poetry can get you a long-ways.

It’s fuel


Wish it was this easy #jiujitsu is the first program! #bjj #thematrix #WhenYouWakeUpFromAChoke #favorite #movie #thereisnospoon

No one is born racist

We’ve all been given the capacity to see with the greatest tool ever invented… the heart. It has the ability to overlook challenges and teachings and measure worth according to the value which we presently perceive. If we are to truly acquire the world’s best knowledge, we must do so with the wisdom of a child.

#AllInAPhotograph    #ThereIsNoSpoon   #NoBoundaries   #OneLovePeace   #ABrownWorld   #ForYouDaddy