This morning on Substack I have: The Fixer Written by my beautiful friend Melody Ross “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic”. (These are the famous words by Sting) She truly is. ‘She’, is my beloved friend Melody. This is a p
Looking at this mad, mad world, from a privileged distance, and a cursed awfully awful closeness. 🛖🤎🪾
Give me water. Food. Shelter. Freedom. Care. Safety. Affection. Peace. Warmth of your heart. Grace. Dignity. Respect. Give a damn. Let me be. Breathe. As I am human. Just like you. #sumud
Found casually on a beautiful person’s work table. Stunning art by @joredline Just know that if you are tempted to write an inhuman comment I’d probably delete it.
Today. Transferring. From home, to home, to home. From black & white, to many soft pinks. Transforming, once again, in small unnoticeable increments, and in leaps and bounds. Temporary separations and lifetime events. Farewell Taos. Till next y
Midway into teaching Image Transfers and Transformation in Taos, NM, and wrote about some of the thoughts behind it on Substack. And a beautiful woman here said to me: ‘It seems like you write on Instagram every day, to fill our hearts, and o
‘Chairs in a circle’ ‘Image Transfers and Transformation’ with my beautiful and tender friend @leighannalight here in Taos, NM, officially begins this morning although we already started to ‘show ourselves and tell&rsqu
While I wait in Portland’s airport, for the airplane to take me from here to there, I just want to say: While you are looking down My Sweetheart, things are looking up. I want to promise that with all my heart. To say that despite all happening
No Kings. No Fascists. No Dictators. No Freedom Thieves. nokings.org
Softly, respectfully, considerately, yet unapologetically, she asks for what she wants. My Shinji, a true roll model. Of closeness and boundary. Attachment and autonomy.
Gifts of Today New on Substack 🛖🤎🪾
Looking at this mad, mad world, from a privileged distance, and a cursed awfully awful closeness. 🛖🤎🪾
We invent all kinds of things, visual or not, and then speak of them to the world so we can feel and be listened to, mostly by ourselves.
This week I am preparing to go to one of my favorite places to teach. That’s Taos, New Mexico. Particularly in #mabeldodgeluhanhouse Mabel Dodge Luhan House and with my beautiful friend @leighannalight We have a full house and we are happy.
Anything or anyone that is soft, supple, porous, pliable, fluid, tender, all that is yielding and gently swaying in the rhythm of what is, takes my breath away, along with my heart.
The old title to this one is: The horse in the middle of a dusty road. I can’t think of any other. A Poet Has No Country by #paulcatafago “A poet has no country. Yes, you have a people & a homeland. But a true poet lives out