Winter What a weird way to experience this. . . Something forgotten : everyone has a right to life. no matter the purpose or value I I stood outside on that cool nightwatching the clouds caught in streams of wind pass me by. seams stretchedby tufted fingers and downy swirlslayering, stackingthe only distinctionsbeing darker [...]
Author: Buddhadoshā
Buddhadoshā loves you.
Thus Spake Prometheus
So in a weird-cool turn of events the team at Prometheus Dreaming decided to use my poem Morning Commute in their Thus Spake Prometheus series. A strange feeling as I never thought about hearing one of my poems read aloud by someone else, always in my own head, in my own voice. However, they did [...]
Soup's for Lunch
Soup is good food
Sing
Sing
Ever Wonder
Sitting under spectacles of spires the rain falls like crows feet hitting the street have you ever wondered if there's more than this the bell rings four times four times the bell rings and you think you've found god at the bottom of the stairs by the gutter under St. Ignatius' chapel, but it's mere [...]
Production
Today I'm feeling rather productive in my productionlessness. My boss, however, disagrees.
Gardeners Also
We are also gardeners planting seeds in this palm scratch scratch scratching the surface we hash lines sinewsrun through pockets of fat-lined muscle marked with salmon scale boundaryPockets rich in sustenance [...]
