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Looking up
I have never felt compelled to buy any newspaper that uses the entire front page for one headline.
Discovery: Kquvien Deweese Workshop Oct 16-18
This weekend, about two dozen yogis descended upon Evergreen Yoga Center to share a workshop with the indomitable Kquvien Deweese. I usually have a few anxiety demons circling my head before any major workshop. Going into 10+ hours of yoga class with a new teacher is nerve-wracking. Iyengar yoga teachers can take any form and I’m a sensitive person. However, this is my second experience learning from Kquvien. Continue reading Discovery: Kquvien Deweese Workshop Oct 16-18
Overstimulated Chi
Gall dammit
One simple goal
Get out there
Sniff out possibility
Embrace every future
Find pleasure
Sun and stars
Try new positions
Maybe a spin-off
Things are bleak
Soldier on
Chin up
Smile fiercely
Laugh, like,
No one is listening
Flesh wounds
heal overnight.
Real pains
Haunt you.
Chilled sensation
Lighting bands
Glorious agony
Tightly wound
Balls of rubber
Connective tissue
Foresty trees
Hiding a series
Of larger belts
An elaborate
System of pulleys
Meat puppets
Featuring
Internal combustion!
Called Security
Unfamiliar sensation
Crawling down my neck
Bills are paid
Oil is changed
Pets are fed
Bathroom is clean
Laundry’s done
Work is on schedule
Met a new guy
Food in the kitchen
Savings in existence
Beautiful weather
No parking tickets
Not running late.
This must be it
That thing called
Normal?
Except Rap and Country
My least favorite phrase is “except rap and country”.
It’s an addendum to the most uninformative answer ever – “I like all music”.
Doesn’t matter if you’re sincere.
That’s the most banal answer possible.
Time measured in the bills paid
Skin sagging around the eyes
The way out is through the door
Escapism through the windows
Pill in a box, bird in my head
Sharp tack alongside heel spurs
Freedom to watch
Endless opportunities
Waft past the railing
Your beard is short.
Barred Owl
This species of owl exists
in the Eastern United States
(North America,
for future reference)
It has ever since
humans began giving a shit
about where owls live.
They, as a species
struggled so hard
adapted so effortlessly
to their environment
that in a mere 20 years
they achieve Manifest Destiny
Greatest of American Dreams
Musta come on too strong
Gun to the face
Shock to the heart
When did it become
either/or, none two shall pass
Not a competitior
In the human race
Change is inevitable
Not always mandatory
Wonderland is where
Stories live in the dark
Ms Poppins is a pusher
I’ve seen the universe
In the pupil of my eye