“May the noise in you power you to grow to make music again”
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
to a growing existence…
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation
Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks,
Tapping restless fingers to this beat inside my soul, do you know this symphony of sympathy’s great toll? From yonder side of veiling pane where warm breath licks iced glass, from … Continue reading Quick freestyle. Add more?
“I’m not crying because I can’t have you,” he said, “I’m crying because I hurt you”
There is a human quality that seeks to examine the condition of the self within one’s constraints — be those literal or perceived — and hungers for inclusion in a … Continue reading Trail to Transcendence: The Journeys of the Pious Taylor and Industrious Equiano