Looky There

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I had this momentum going last week in which I posted a handful of times, with overly ambitious determination it seems; because when I woke Sunday morning (illness beginning at 5 am), I proceeded to have a meltdown over the phone with my best guy friend freaking out that I CAN’T GET ANYTHING DONE! Later, when I was mobile and could keep food down, we met for a walk in the sunshine. I’m constantly hard on myself, no new news there! When I thought I had it in the bag, there was a giant tear and everything fell out of the bottom. image So I’m just gonna keep trying this again, again, again… ‘Everybody has excuses. Excuses are excuses, but … Read More

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Good is Good

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Last week, the cold tried to hurt my face. There’s a walkway I cross in the morning between the parking garage and my office building; for these 10 seconds I hate everything! I am grateful to live in Dallas, where we are now back to a few days of reprieve, of 50 or 61* F to gather some fortitude before the next very temporary cold spell. We survive with understanding ‘this too shall pass.’ I bought a balloon, but in yesterday’s warmth and distracted passenger conversation, I opened up the sunroof while driving and it flew away. Didn’t even think! Maybe someone else somewhere else needed to be told to GET WELL I also pulled over and got out, without needing to … Read More

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Miami, Art Basel 2017

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I’ve been slammed all week, crashing by 9:30 pm. Was asleep by 8 last night, no joke! Throwing this review up with much more on my mind honestly. Will rewind this week and speak on other things shortly. Just really loved last weekend’s trip and want to properly acknowledge it. When I leave town, or my context or my usual routine of information absorption, I see how easy it is to be oblivious about the world. How much of the world functions without a general idea of what’s going on. The basics; people being basic. There are so many things we can compartmentalize or flamingo. Head in the sand. I haven’t properly journaled in almost two weeks. If you aren’t journaling, it’s … Read More

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Stranger. I want to say

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In a rare moment of Twitter scrolling, I came across a many promoted or adverted tweets. It was a female musician’s picture of her erect profile standing on a couch, walking upon it. It immediately reminded me of my own Ep cover image. We are both on a couch evoking an Egyptian vibe. I resonated. Saved you for later. I’ve searched again for her image and can’t find it :/ Sadly, I do not listen to a lot of music anymore. I listen to podcasts and books. I have few moments of music listening and fewer moments of music writing right now. When I do, I am giving a significant damn though! Know this. I will be back in the … Read More

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Projecting on Poetry

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Maybe I am projecting. Maybe the thought ‘poems’ elicits the sound of birds chirping on a cool breezy day while strolling by the waterside. NO. Firstly, let’s presume there are two types of people in the world: those who read poetry and those who don’t. Very few are occasional readers. I’d wager, listening to music is how 90% of the population consumes poetry. Yet, if these listeners were asked to read poetry, there’d be reluctance and discomfort. Why? Because reading, or worse! reciting poetry, is fraught with an over romanticized, snobbish, intellectual pomposity; or simply, it’s perceived as boring and unapproachable because we have no freakin idea what the writer is really trying to say. Of all forms of writing, … Read More

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