Chicago Autumn Haiku
single leaf falling
as the “L” cleaves the dark night
(do not go gently)
Maybe a Zen teaching story Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “Maybe,” the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with…
I am taking a performance poetry class with Daemond Arindell at Freehold Theatre. I am learning about the many voices that want to come through me. I am learning about where things stick inside of me, what is brave enough to be heard and what still wants to hide under the eaves. I am learning…
What is Perceived Each day during the month of October, I’m creating an ephemeral bricolage art piece. I choose a random word from a book on my shelf by opening a page in the book and pointing to a word without looking. I also started creating a rule for each piece because I like constraints….
I don’t remember when it happened exactly, but it did. I was probably really young and impressionable at the time and I drank it in: The criticism and judgments of others, the conditional acceptance that comes with colonizing. I heard things like: Be like me and I’ll like you. Don’t be too much of…