Mental Train n. 1 a landscape Mentally singing a track on love, sex, dreams by always strive and prosper, introduce to me, oh my mind is hit with a light. Essay on internal landscapes consider this a painting of a place i’ve always found to inhabit - who could out synapse to song membrane to coltrane, tribe to quest, neuron to Jimmy Neutron and Nikola
October 26 2020 How God of love. This creative incantation elucidates as rising only as the peach fuzz white of as icarus had. Plush and pink of a secret horizon. My words are play, just pray. God i love you. Sit back and read me live it: I thank you God for Pinyon Pine, Saint Rose the mountainside of my heart; hold true this
Essay: Nature bjorn feat. Ariana Jording We can write about nature, or we can write naturally. To write about nature would be to give poetic utterance to he birdsongs, the blue shadows waving in the wins and in and out midday sun; sounds of cars roaring like lions in a tribal plain, yellow grass upto my knees, cheetah print on my lips. That would be
Structural No. Reality I have a theory on the structural nature of a number patterned reality, be it our reality bespoke in clearest experience - for a moment my mnemonic nomenclature recall first hours in creation. In my coming i’d found myself dreaming, laying in a yellow grass mountain-slope to Kokopelli Pone, the sun glistening grass reflecting orbs beaded daily strung my wrist for with
Dream Divinity Dream Divinity is absolute adherence to pure intuition if a good giving forgiving God. This is easy essay on divine dreams. For past reference still living on ‘Divina Somnium’, the first of my manuscripts for which a black leather bound moleskin i’d decorated the door, or book cover with an eye cutout of a drawing i’d once done in a college library, sat
October 25 2020 Emerald sky city lights shine bright, the morning sky-light - a medley mix of sun yellows and deep blue hours give power to my wakeful eye, my left arm i raise from under warm bed sheets, pierce frigid and dark air with a wave to early emerald skies. Green sunrise; i’ve never till now seen such an expensive sight. I’d endured
October 24 2020 Skies bleed reddish blue, sky upper and my reflection on grounds is shades of purple. All the night winds howled. I imagine colors of wind a light electric body blue, pulsing at contact with my smooth skin and turning a pink yellow. I always give colors to unseen happenstance, as able to do as such synapses my creative intellect; my mnemonic nomenclature,
October 23 2020 Two white beasts paraded the solitude of my morning coffee. Only had i been in a morning dream of spiritual sorts, imagining myself an alien cowboy or saintly saint who had crash landed here quite literally with quite the living story; when a growing rustling larger than a bunnies by and by hopping clamored in oriental styled thistle gongs, i turned quick
The Interview Written July 16 20 through August 15 20 Finished typing on August 27 20 Begin: These interviews play on the etymological meaning of the word ‘interview’. The word interview finds origin in French, stems from the roots ‘voir’ - to see and ‘vue’ - a view. The voir of the reader, as has been every person, even the vue here, is
October 22 Rooster crows into red-blue fiery mountains, touched by kiss of sunrise, air is sweet, melodic and winded cool. Truer tones from the birdsong, i am the bird’s son, no show, all is play in nature’s way; Pinyon Pines CA is where i learn I am; pitches of clouds curl from deep blues to pinks to yellow sulfur whites. Trees, berry bushes, pinyon pines,
