Well, what else could he do?
By Don / Date: April 26th, 2017
Storm. Unpredictable; winds picking whitecap flecks from the peaks. Sea turning dark. No matter what he did to predict the turn of the weather and the tides – the capricious ocean and savage gales arose seemingly from nowhere. On the Ocean that was meant to be home. Before, he had seen distant squalls arise and pass him […]
Inside
By Don / Date: April 24th, 2017
I don’t want your perfection I want to be with the courageous rawness You save even from yourself
The spaces between
By Don / Date: April 18th, 2017
Is it my fear of falling Or of what may come up? The cracks are too small for me But a perfect size Through which to know myself What would happen if I let it go? This incomplete awkward image Left a crumpled heap costume on the tracks Whilst I fall through Becoming everything […]
Unspeakable dating profile #1
By Don / Date: April 15th, 2017
I don’t want you to complete me It is, so that I can give completely Make outlandish promises For my body, spirit and soul to fulfill Bring fierce, soft fire Burning to ash All the untruths About why we are alive Mine is a Latte
Out of the shadows…
By Don / Date: April 14th, 2017
Last thursday, a week ago, I had no idea what was about to happen. The week before I had been on a business trip to San Jose, San Francisco and Las Vegas. I had returned with some confusion and internal struggle between my purpose (Love, Joy, Connection) and my path to get to living a […]
Now?
By Don / Date: April 10th, 2017
On this shaky bridge Vertigo Careful steps We could get caught in safe Projected on the thin screen Or dare breathe bigger? Drop the script The old small poem And keep going Dance on the edge Scaring the shit out of ourselves In a Love big enough to take it all. Step.
Over the waters
By Don / Date: April 7th, 2017
Coming back to me Is more than memory Feeling-deep And less than I know how to reach for There is immensity Richness Treasure to uncover Below these crashing waves The flow that once stopped At the source Dammed up And never drained I think I may have found the tap
What?
By Don / Date: April 2nd, 2017
In this gap Where all seems – for now exhausted After days of seeking there is an empty pause With a cheap Shiraz I reach in and pull an unexpected verse from the keyboard No sense of direction No conscious pointedness to express Just the joy to fly through my fingers and know That what I mean Is close […]