Locked In

BrockaArt, Health & Wellness1 Comment

Blazing hot summers can warp the mind. Anyone is forgiven for holing up inside all day to hide from the heat; lying down directly in line with a window unit set to 69*. But the mind can start spinning like the ceiling fan. Spinning away the doldrums. She preferred the sound of the a/c to television on in the background. Something about daytime tv made her feel depressed. Watching tv all day was wasting away, frankly. She resented the tv; she resented people who watched tv.  This tiny, six hundred-square foot duplex could get really brutal in the summer. All of the heat would gather itself into a fireball in the kitchen. The clothes washer and dryer shared space with … Read More

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Limbs

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An archeologist digs beneath.  He grabs a bone and brings it to his nose, smelling the soil it lain in for years. It is too familiar to be so old.  He is reminded of a box in his attic full of lightbulbs. They were missing their metal caps and filaments. Placed in the box upright, one could take them for bulbous glasses which would cut the mouth if used to drink from.   He saw those empty bulbs as telling him to fill up with his own ideas. Why was he excavating for the past, seeking out others?  ~~~ Lithe and leisurely she stretches others watch her she hates being watched her own self-consciousness are they aware of this? In the gym locker room, there is a very … Read More

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Love

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Once upon a time, a young tween dallied with an older crowd too high on their intellectual horses. They’d convene at bespoke coffee shops and sit in a circle writing, then sharing, their poetry. The proses were overwrought in attempts to define and describe love. It barely scratched the surface of lived experience. They mostly knew of like and wanting. They didn’t know the meaning of the verb, love -or that it is a verb, an action; a behavior. It is not a line you drop to claim someone or a tool used to beg for forgiveness, “Don’t you know I love you though!”   You can love the taste, the smell, the touch or feel, the look of any number of things.   To … Read More

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For Arts Sake

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Most proponents of universal basic income attach their idea to an inevitable loss of employment from the general robotization of service jobs. With an entire working-class unemployable, providing a reliable source of income prevents more from falling into poverty, and ideally, frees these people to be creative. This concept of ‘free to create’ is so pernicious, as if being free of responsibility means one may contribute more to the world; as if the stress of any work prevents one from making art. It’s also funny too, considering many people see themselves as lacking any creative bone in their body.   Two years of Covid lockdown, coupled with its initial financial cushion provided us a micro example of this UBI idealism. People did … Read More

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Come & Go

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You hear yourself say it, but you probably haven’t associated it with physics. ‘When one door closes, another door or window opens.’ Here, a vacuum is created, and matter goes to fill an empty space. Everything depends on physics. Regarding our personal lives, people come and people go. Trite and true. One can only hope, the next iteration is better than the last.   The grandmother of a Chinese woman I know says, ‘whether in joy or in pain, learning to see it come and watch it leave, with the same steadiness of heart is the key to peace of mind.’  I told my friend, ‘This is another version of Stoicism.’   Things evolve through time, yet stay the same.  These two aforementioned thoughts have been on … Read More

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