Traces

-Sometimes they return, the indelible traces of where you’ve been, the footprints of existence and experience following you, only one step behind. You close your eyes, forge on forward, but you know they’re there. They dance at family gatherings, as if they’re more at home than you. Reminding you of the peace and of the suffering that have woven of time and space the presence of your essence, one manifestation after the present. And even as they fade out of memory, they remain the lingering sensation that life is more than what you see when you’re awake and greater than […]

405

-Smoke billows from my lungs… The 405 at midday, from 6 to 7, and through the night; headlamps weaving their way through, fading in the cavernous passage. …I stand watching… Mobile entertainment centers on four wheels, weaving through, what was there, is there, and will be no more. Ravaged, for the need to live by want, desire to have more than we have. …the cigarette end burns in my hand, I let it fall… Uproot nature and supplant it with a new landscape of concrete, plaster and tar. The neighborhood always dreamt of, A hundred miles away, at the other […]