She did lift her skirt
a mycelium thread first weaves itself around my heart
like a web of nerves just for perceiving and sensing the world
then inserts itself—exploring my innermost secret chamber
where lives the name that cannot be spoken
a mycelium thread first weaves itself around my heart
like a web of nerves just for perceiving and sensing the world
then inserts itself—exploring my innermost secret chamber
where lives the name that cannot be spoken
I have been struggling in my writing, struggling to weave simple thinking from divergent sources and tiered complexities of human minds. And I have been writing a series of posts…
“I don’t know how to play,” the man said to me. The statement carried a certain intimacy simply because the man speaking is one of my brothers.Boy in Fountain
Mythologist Joseph Campbell’s admonition to, “Follow your bliss,” would have been heard as a promotion of hedonism in our fundamentalist childhood home.
There is an interesting recent post over at the biosingularity blog site titled, Loneliness is Bad for Your Health, where they report on an article in the August issue of…
What do I mean when I speak of domesticated resilience vs. wild resilience? I began to touch on this in the initial post on the shadow, on how it is…