Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

The sun is rising but I can’t see it. The clouds cover the head like a sock. Socked in. Cloud cover. I am drinking green tea and thinking about life. I’m quiet and enjoying it. I’m alone. I’ve been alone for a lot of time lately. J is working so much, and now out of […]

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§1384 · October 15, 2016 · Berkeley-based, Freewrites, Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


I see that you un-like what I just said / or did / or am. But frankly, darling, I do not (and cannot) give a damn And by that I simply mean no more than that my raging soul so large with ruthless loving swallows all Un-liking whole.

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deep things, things down below my walking foot that ne’er before awaken did, are waking. Wiping soot out from my eyes, blacker-wetter – Don’t know why – those lies unleashing – . (Unleashed they fly!) And though they rip me at the Eye at least my Mind’s revealed, (O blackest light, O lightest black, I […]

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§1377 · August 14, 2014 · Berkeley-based, Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


Q: Dear Universe,
Hey, it’s me again. Gray. Yeah, um, so if everything is being done, how do I look? What practice do I do?
Thanks,
Gray

A: Dear Dear One,
What’s practice? A-ha ha ha! Just do that.
Hope that helps,
God

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§1366 · May 15, 2014 · Berkeley-based, Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


And when I walk down the street and the construction men turn their heads, I realize, they don’t fucking know the difference between a 23 and a 32 year old face. Not really. They just see WOMAN. Woman! Woman is power, fuck the hows and the what. WOMAN. I think I actually mean this. I went to Essex last night and soaked in the tub and there were just bodies, no lines or smoothness, all lines and all smoothness, and wrinkles and folds, too. And I just thought WOMAN. Woman’s hot. Woman is me. And woman is you.

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§1358 · April 16, 2014 · Freewrites, Writing & Language · (No comments) · Tags: , , ,


If I had only 10 minutes left, this is what I would tell the world: This is it. This is the moment. Wait no longer. You are beautiful. You shine. The love that’s in your heart is the most powerful thing good you have ever seen, and when you wake up to that, and remember […]

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§1338 · September 10, 2013 · Freewrites, Writing & Language · (No comments) · Tags: , ,


It’s been a long dry spell. I haven’t performed my own material in over a year. I haven’t written anything new save for journal entries and freewrites since 2010 (and even those have come only with friction). But today, it was time to embark upon new work. And for this, I am grateful. Water-after-the-desert kind […]

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§1310 · April 10, 2013 · Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


What just happened was wonderful. It was sweet. It made me smile. It was Kate, at her best, at her worst, at her HER, being her beautiful shining self. I looked at her, watched her, allowed her to just fill up my whole sphere, and I got to just enjoy her. My friend. I feel […]

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§1262 · September 23, 2012 · Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


Oh, hello dear Self! Thank you for existing. Without your existence… I couldn’t be here.

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§1167 · October 24, 2010 · Daily1, Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


Unedited Freewrite with Kate: 09/21/10 Topic: Home is… Home is where the heart is. Home. That word sounds nice. Sounds warm and soft and sacred. I want to be there. This is not home. Well, I don’t know. It almost felt like home, felt like a place I could make home, or maybe was home […]

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§1162 · September 21, 2010 · Daily1, New Mexico Magic, Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


Sometimes Sense is Nothing More Than a Fraction of a Dollar Sense Is rarely a thing of any sense More likely, Total Serendipity, Randomness, Just-Because-ness– Just like this poem

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§1145 · August 14, 2010 · Daily1, Poetry, Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


Number one word to describe tonight: fun. For such a flat-footed, sallow little three-letter word, it sure encapsulates the intoxication I experienced from 7:05pm-7:55pm. Fun. Fun, fun, fun. Fun! In the parlance of the Internet, let me capitalize to indicate increased volume: IT WAS FUCKING FUN.

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June 24, 2010 – Stream-of-consciousness Freewrite What you had, and what you lost. Thunder only happens when it’s raining; players only love you when you’re playing. Women, they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean you’ll know. Thanks, Stevie. I. and I do a soft breakup (like a restaurant’s soft […]

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I wonder how I got to where I am and how I will get to where I’m going. Then, and now, I realize luck has nothing to do with it; however — faith: everything. We absolutely, positively, hands-down create our lives. That purple elephant standing behind you? Entirely possible, only of your creation.

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§840 · February 7, 2010 · Over in Oakland, Writing & Language · 1 comment ·


December 3, 2009 This morning I woke early. 3:49 and I was already sure I wouldn’t be able to go back to bed. At 4:00 I gave in, and sat up in bed, grabbing the book K. just sent me in the mail, the one that I have been reading day and night, crying big, […]

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§745 · December 3, 2009 · Writing & Language · 1 comment ·


My writing group chose “What I Stand For” as a freewrite topic. (Sharing:) What I stand for is Yes. I am yes. I yes to everything – pain, perseverance, confusion, love, so much love, desire, caring, sacrifice, indulgence, life and all things searching. I want to yes the world.

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§697 · November 3, 2009 · Writing & Language · 2 comments ·


“We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.” ~Shirley Abbott

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§611 · August 14, 2009 · Writing & Language · (No comments) ·


“If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.” -Emily Dickinson *     *     * To honor my mentor David Bromige, who passed away this past week, I will be posting some poems written under his tutelage or in collaboration. We would make a cup of […]

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§579 · June 15, 2009 · Poetry, Writing & Language · (No comments) · Tags: , ,


Dedicated to Robin (for the inspiring shock of wisdom) & Kate (for the courage of her own instant art): I feel it all, the universe is changing, and this is a freewrite and already there is tension. There are nerves. I like that better: this is a freewrite and already there are nerves. Could I […]

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§576 · May 25, 2009 · Writing & Language · 1 comment · Tags:


We’re starting the new year off on the right foot. It’s cause for celebration: Another rejection slip! Make that #6. 294 more to go.

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