My infatuation with pain has a long history. i’m both horrified yet fascinated with it, the same way we watch a chipmunk crossing a 4 lane highway, secretly hoping it makes it across safely and yet itching to see it get magnificently smashed into chipmunk butter.

My roommate doesn’t move, he’s perfect to take pictures of. He only holds a needle and draws lovely things in ink on skin.

today, my heart began breathing
taking a note from my mind
which has said from the beginning
of time that no spirit
no matter how like
will ever fill the human condition
and the smell of our understanding
the common breath we breathe
and air we hold
is not a thing wasted
or a rock overturned.

Does anything we learn
ever come from anywhere
besides ourselves?

And when we love,
is it not an acceptance
of how things are?

So when, on the pathway
of returning to who we are
we learn something
new about ourself,
is it not something old
that we once have known
but now forgotten?

Odd Happenstances of Summer

i’m sitting surrounded by sounds of summer and so much beauty it hurts my heart. The onset of the warm season is awakening that primal thing inside me, the thing that leads me to making rash decisions like taking dance lessons or falling in love. Mostly, though, it just makes me want to travel. i wouldn’t trade last summer’s trip to Canada and a First Nations reservation for anything, but this summer i want to do something a bit more spontaneous.

i have a red fixed gear bike that’s itching to see some miles under the tires. i want to ride somewhere, anywhere really, into new spaces and fresh canvas. Here’s to a voyage of dumpster-diving, stealth camping, street photography. And discovery.

Come With?

You should come along. Maybe you’re a fat, tech-addicted, face-palming middle aged person, but there’s still time to learn about the magic of cycling. i’m prepared to do this trip alone, but it’s so much better if others have the privilege of building monster legs and seeing different scenery on a shoestring budget too. You know it.

So hit me up if you’re tired of all this and want to live for a living.

Stay in the loop: Fixi Touring

Other Things

2 more weeks of this semester remaining over here. 4 papers awaiting. 5 finals. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but it seems like with all the time i’ve spent avoiding the real work i have to do, i’ve been thinking a lot.

Strangely enough, that thinking has been translating into a lot of loose prose poetry. Maybe some will show up here soon.

i saw a red-winged blackbird today just flying in small, random circles. It reminded me a lot of the circles we make when talking ourselves out of whatever trouble we’re in.