If you want what visible reality

can give, you're an employee.

If you want the unseen world,

you're not living your truth.

Both wishes are foolish,

but you'll be forgiven for forgetting

that what you really want is 

love's confusing joy.
-Rumi

{Pressing Against Anything}

Making Love To Concrete
 An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel gazelle inescapable sleek leather boots on the pavement rat-a-tat-tat best intentions going down for the third time stuck in the particular
 You cannot make love to concrete if you care about being non-essential wrong or worn thin if you fear ever becoming diamonds or lard you cannot make love to concrete if you cannot pretend concrete needs your loving
 To make love to concrete you need an indelible feather white dresses before you are ten a confirmation lace veil milk-large bones and air raid drills in your nightmares no stars till you go to the country and one summer when you are twelve Con Edison pulls the plug on the street-corner moons
 Walpurgisnacht and there are sudden new lights in the sky stone chips that forget you need to become a light rope a hammer a repeatable bridge garden-fresh broccoli two dozen dropped eggs and a hint of you caught up between my fingers the lesson of a wooden beam propped up on barrels across a mined terrain between forgiving too easily and never giving at all.
Audre Lorde

''Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.'' Sylvia Plath

{Thoughts...Thoughts...}

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.” ― Charles Bukowski

{Little Shop of Horrors} St. Peter, MN Lifestyle Photography

Gee, I wish you folks could see this. Hey Seymour, where did you get this WEEEEEEEEEEIRD plant? -Little Shop of Horrors I had a chance to check out Perry (not Thor as I misnamed it earlier) the Third at the campus of Gustavus Adolphus on Friday night. Thor is a stinky plant that blooms when it wants to. I dig that attitude with plants or people. The trip to St. Peter was beautiful and reminded me of my many many trips through the quaint town when I was in grad school...some time ago. I stopped there on and off but finally got to spend the evening in a sweet town full of nice folks and fun. If you have time for the drive, I highly recommend. Whether you see Thor (stinky stinky Thor) or just jaunting through Southern Minnesota.