“If you don’t know where you are going
Any road will take you there.”
-Lewis Carroll
020* Sojourn
019* Liminal Spaces
That house: over 700 years old. The term of Liminal Spaces: not older than 60 years. Unsettling? A bit. Creaking woods and uneven angles? Everywhere. And yet there’s that strange kind of warmth around. Assumingly to at least a few people.
018* Autumn Comes to New England
the leaves will soon change
falling upon the brick sidewalks
autumn already
017* September’s Harvest & The trustful Lack of Cashiers
“What’s this?
The monsters are all missingAnd the nightmares can’t be foundAnd in their place there seems to beGood feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swearI can hear music in the airThe smell of cakes and piesIs absolutely everywhere.”
What’s this?, The Nightmare Before Christmas
016* A Tradition of Appreciation
“The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
—Kurt Vonnegut
015* The tradition of diffuse Fears
“When the light begins to changeI sometimes feel a little strangeA little anxious when it’s dark
Fear of the darkFear of the darkI have a constant fear that something’s always near.”
AC/DC, Fear of the Dark
014* Inside Out
Abandoned, Collapsed, Overgrown.
The inside looks outward as the outside moves in.
How long until it falls?
The untended may meet with ruin. Keep your mind clear and your body strong. Pull up the weeds that grow inside of you.
Stand your ground.
013* Freudian Demarcation
“It’s easy, mate: just keep them in to keep the unwanted out. Rocks, steel, gravity. The perfect prison of verticality.”
012* Bittersweet
Revisiting what I once had,
A complicated feeling.
Acceptance of loss.
A yearning for what once was.
Gratitude for what I have now.
And appreciation for the road I’ve walked to get here.
A place of growth, tranquility, courage.
011* Public Relics
Candy dispensers and telephone booths. Quiet and outmoded bearers and witnesses of countless human tales. A sentimental and seldom sight, soon to be fossils.