A new story…

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A new story...

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  • A new story births itself when the words lighten up, quit taking themselves so seriously. the words need to take off their purple robes and let themselves play—scrub the floor with their velvet tapestries, and enjoy the thick smell of clothing exposed to wind, air, sweat and mud. I folded my dirty clothes so carefully, there in the witches garden, and realized why a bag lady might have everything she needs in her bag, even if she runs out of soap. Those smells, unresisted, are like pain without suffering. Then the pain itself takes on a glow, and the smells become the music in the square ponds of cities.

  • oceansky

    What’s happening in my mouth? The wisdom of my teeth is slowly being transferred into the rest of my being, each throb is some wisdom dropping into a bone, carried on breath. What’s happening in my mouth? A snake skin shedding. Dirt laundry getting clean in the rivers of my saliva. My gums are shouting questions at the top of my lungs and we are patiently waiting for the answer. Pain is an entity and compels me to reach out for help.