#newbeginnings
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Like Pouring Concrete in the Rain

A rearview mirror glance at all behindThe rubble packed in boxes and my mindBeside hope innocent and fear so blindAnd blurry sketch of what I’d like to find The demolition plays before my eyesCrescendo and in infinite repriseA futile masochistic exerciseWhile begging for the pain to make me wise Like someone who knows how to… Continue reading
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Blog: It’s Been

It’s been seven years on the 4th since my ex asked me to marry him. Seven years later, my life is unrecognizable and nowhere near where the woman that replied yes thought this would go. It’s been a year since I started blogging about Life Yeet 2025, a collection of changes in all aspects of… Continue reading
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Blog: The Yesperiment

It’s been more than two months since the last blog – not for a lack of desire to write, nor a lack of experiences to share. Somewhere along the freeway of progress to embodied identity, the low motivation light came on and the lanes narrowed with bent and battered orange pylons down to one, clogged… Continue reading
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Hot Take: Life Soup

There’s a blend of ingredients that make up a life, simmered by the heat of living. A soup well-lived requires being deliberate about the ingredients, the ratios, and the seasonings held in balance with the changing of the seasons. One season calls for hearty root vegetables, barley and cream, another for cooled tomato, bell pepper… Continue reading
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Blog: New Physics and New Life

Progress and travel generate a build of momentum, the mass of the decision multiplied by the velocity with which the moves are made. After some time in stony but familiar soil, I have taken to the sea again. The course I charted was an aggressive one, 6 hours in the car with a dog being… Continue reading
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Bloom

Of clay and rock borneSo crookedly grownBlown bare by the windRoots shallow in stone Reach limbs from seed sownCut greedily backLow from the harvestSurviving in lack Unable to bloom Sharp shear and scythe hackKeen takers carve looseShape weapon or fuelNew growth to reduce Sole value in useSap soothing the sickPotent the poisonFrom spindle thorn’s prick… Continue reading
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Blog: T’is the Season

It’s been a bit since I wrote last – anything at all, even to myself. People often refer to losing momentum as a function of the holiday season, everything being so ‘busy.’ The adjective I might use instead is ‘loud.’ Every man-made object in and out of the home has a screen that is shouting… Continue reading
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Blog: 45th, 444, 222 and 3rd

The past nearly month and a half have somehow been terribly full and also achingly slow. When the days start to blend together, it’s important to stop a moment and reflect on each of the moments pror. Since coming here 45 nights ago, many days have been structured similarly: This ritual set has numerous purposes… Continue reading
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Hold Music

The space betweenBefore and afterThe distant laughter The hate unseenThe past in tattersSwings from the rafters The intersticeBetween the timelinesAnd different skylines The smoke-made screenTaken for grantedEach memory slanted Hold hope and painIn either handHonor them bothTo understand The limbo longHallway extendedFrom where home ended The right and wrongForever blendedIn air suspended The fading songIts… Continue reading
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Birding

Regenerate wingLost in birthPast blood and featherLitter earth As pure snowy owlFinds new course to flySo will I Transform sighs to songAngel’s breathWords new mortal mindDid forget As bronze lyrebirdRecalls sound to crySo will I Move boldly anewFearless diveIn speed and powerCome alive As agile ash hawk Wins hunt by surpriseSo will I Transition each… Continue reading