Summer 2012This summer:I dreamed with androids of electricsheep, and stalked darkfootsteps of a brilliantmadman in London.I traded stories with ayoung queen, a ka-tet ofgunslingers, several eccentricJapanese introverts, and a dead emperor; I conspiredwith Time Lords, andwas immersed in dark furious streams oflegend.I explored complexmagicks of otherworlds, found myselfglimpsing more of the magic of my world, and noticed the magic glimpsing back at me now and again.I met a two-year-old versionof myself, and was gratified that heseemed fond of the me I havebecome.I gathered intelligenceon pow
Distant DrumsSleight of form, with nearly elfin features, appearing delicate to peripheral glance. Yet gaze within; behold depths of her heart, force of her imagination:envisioningseedingconceivinganticipatingbirthingcreatingre-creatinglives and worldsanew.Her beauty isas her approachto life: authentic,artistic, eccentric;unique, unorthodox,unbounded in whatshe can accomplish,what she maybecome.Our encounter unlikely, one few would anticipate; yet innately inevitable: ourgazes fixed upon same far horizon, hearts beating intune to same distantdrums.She shines asstar by which mycou
4 Word PoemBelieve.Speak.Create.Become.
Day 29The blades of the helicopter chop at the airLike a machine gun of the skyA beacon of sound heralding the endWith WHO on it's side and packed with white coatsHuman life is on the brink of the endBut the end of the end is beginningA brand new start on the wings of knivesArmed guards patrol the padFending off any dead who try their luckKeeping it clear for the arrivalChop chop chop chopA floating pod emerges over the horizonIt lands and there's runningThrough the door and into the darknessAn underground lair of all things mysteriousBustling with humans and animals alikeCrowded streets filled with happy childrenT