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My actions are not definitive. My existence is fluid. When you think you can look at my life in pieces, reductions, fragments-single moments of action—you forget that I, like you, am a system and despite aging I do not exist in a sequential pattern based on my past, or future. There are times when I am moving because of my past, and there are also times when my currentness would not dictate the movement of my future.
Just So You Know, You’re Not Immune to Love
So, I’m sitting in a room, okay, and I’m watching bits and pieces, all these people, coming and going, starting and stopping, watching them. I see these birds, you know, the kind of birds that just swoop, that seem to swoop, that seem to swoop all day, diving for nothing but the sake of flying and soaring around. I see these trees, like these BIG TREES, growing up from these concrete blocks people walk along and I can see this because there’s a window, a huge pane of glass that seems to hide nothing from this view.
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Pulp mill. Spiggots. Factorial inspiration. Unpackaged waste. Pulp. `Mechanical destruction is much more environmentally friendly than chemical destruction`. Little human space; it is a world made of machines, machines and the bodies of the trees, machines to bury the bodies of the trees. Machines to fix their knots and bruises, bend them at their knees. The tumbler. Magnificent sounds.
The Difference Between You and the Stars
Today’s experience is that of a stranger, a quartet of flying by-waves of interconnection invisibly holding us together. Every move draws us closer, keeps us together, takes us closer. closer. closer… Strangles us like a whip. Like the ticking explosion of time. Strangles us like the throttle. When we don’t speak we die.
Apathy Autocracy
Welcome to Canada, above the land of the brave; still with the walls, the sounds, the waves. the rise, the fall, the firing guns, farmers cries and looking for fun. Still strain and strive, with the walk alive; where cascades of apathy run free, through the land and sea to sea; a war is waged on you today, what war, what more and what to say?
Character is a Jet Engine
A building build up built up tension Left of center (pay no attention) tangerine love baby without your sweat Red wine in the snow (regret) Tomorow’s storm begins to dwell Unblended starting start to swell End to listen (in transition) Grows inside, extra seeds Nothing but these tangerines No seedling ssadly sewing seas Just a [...]
Out of the Gender Box
Dear ‘the media’, Thank you for giving me an identity that I didn’t have to think about or ask for. I must commend you on your skills of creating identity ideals, more importantly your creation and maintenance of the gender mold. Through gender, many things in the world have happened. There are now men and [...]
Time Machine
How long is forever when it’s forever that we stride Along the rim of this tick (Tick ticking) bomb of time How long is the moment The moment that we live The moment where we feel alive And slam the hands that tick How long does it take It take to find this seat Where [...]
