and it was not pretty.
Get it? Brews???
After a month of gorging myself during the holidays — what else is there to do? — my body had had it.
The culmination of it having had it was a horrible UTI. I took a one-day antibiotic treatment and tried to drink a lot more water, but that wasn’t enough; in a couple of weeks it was back with a vengeance, and way more painful. My body was just too out of balance: I wasn’t succeeding in getting away with it a second time.
When I went back to the…
I didn’t come up with that, but it’s been on its own loop in my head for months
Echoes of echoes of echoes
of entirely too many things.
As in Macro, so in Micro
my personal tiny spec of a life turned just as upside down as the world’s
And I, for one, am officially irritated with this cosmic avalanche
pulsating waves of pain of a stress headache, can’t I have the orgasm kind instead?
you think it’s done but here comes another one
better brace yourself
This last verse (that connects to the second and the fourth verses, which…
Vincent and Theo
Just another troubled pair of roommates
One responsible, calm, drama-repelled
The other passionate, misunderstood,
also maddeningly brilliant if you could put up with his antics long enough to enjoy the gifts that came wrapped in leg cramps-level pain,
Difficult and before his time.
I don’t think I’m either of these tortured folk,
but boy do I feel that conflict in my bones.
I bet this story repeats on an infinite loop somewhere out there where time and experience are stuck,
in fact I bet it’s among the universe’s most overplayed and anxiety-inducing cassette tapes
The way we…
I don’t know you, but I’m already in love.
Altruism in nature
Fungi, is it you that’s some god’s pure and mysterious love?
The Word made fleshy mushroom
What’s an individual for, after all
Interconnectedness is the name of the game
and it’s no coincidence (I think) that your psychedelic properties
make us feel precisely that,
A piece of a piece of a piece of a dust particle that’s part of a whole.
Where do we end and everything else begin?
Rumi says we’re not a drop in the ocean,
we’re the ocean in a single drop
I saw Midsommar a month ago when it finally came to my city’s theaters. It is — among other things — a brilliant and terrifying collage of an array of psychological profiles dropped into what might as well be an alien environment — some deeply disturbed, some just deeply sad, all nakedly troubled and dealing with very human feelings like selfishness, guilt, ambition, loneliness, insecurity.
The only people in the film who seem to totally have their shit together are the hosts, which are the very ones the audience would deem unstable. Say what you will about the horror within…
Is it sand or sawdust
on the cobblestone streets?
San Jerónimo, patron saint of this agnostic translator and
way too concerned with women’s purity if you ask me
and plus, did you really tame that lion
because I find that hard to believe.
Laid out so beautifully, fleeting murals on the ground
of this still-small town in Mexico
ready for the cleansing by trampling
of the devout.
a make-shift monster of pine branches and burlap
boys showing off their strength
as they carry a 2-ton altar to the church
complete with their refrescos on top (offering or just…
Your tiny body
Is so strong and carefree and perfect
that it aches to behold it,
the ever-present mix in me of pride and fear
What awaits you?
Keep it, it’s all and always yours, defend it to the last
Love it but for real, even though you’re a woman and women aren’t supposed to
Dive right in to all the pleasure and ecstasy
conceivable for us humans,
you wouldn’t even guess what’s possible
but it’s your birthright, for real
and I want for you an endless stream of feeling so fulfilled
you could just cry from the sweet wholeness
Yes, ok, things are good now I suppose,
the past is the past but I can’t get out of the feeling of it
like being in a tub of dirty water when you just want to get out
But I’m still fixated on that dirty water that I can’t escape
No matter how much perfume
expensive bath salts
fun bath toys are dumped in
the water is still muddy, maybe not toxic, fine,
but is “not toxic” really the best I can do for myself?
Is that what I’m obliged to accept because I’m a…