03.25.2011 by Shannon
There is an inner silence that begins to take shape, sometimes, in the thicker corners of me. It is a blackness that spreads, but a blackness that is bereft of meaning or skill. It is not cold. It is not warm. It is heaven, and spreading. It takes over when I am lucid, when the winds of Taos fold over me and I cannot tell if I’m chilled anymore. I want so badly to be stubborn, but I’m not—I’m as open and whimsical as the night sky. I take care not to disrupt the Seasons; they are temporary and formed, and they need their place. I’m warm; I’m ruthless in my care.
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03.20.2011 by Shannon
Wahoo! I am alive and this whole blog has become a burial ground for freewrites. Oh, my dearest Not Keeping Score, how faithful you have been with your gleaming pixels and pages. We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? Writing until 3am in the Tenderloin, prancing around San Francisco like some lithe pixie, meditational word-dumps in Vietnam, Turkey summers, Israeli adventures, New Mexico madness and Sonoma County Splendor. Oakland rebirths and all the floundering and findings in between. Lift me up! Oh, NKS, my faithful opponent, my creative vessel, my temple to the Word God, my expressive hearth and Companion–thanks for 5.5ish years! (First post: 11/16/2005). (more…)
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