A message from the temple. Titled, “Programmed to seek for ever” We are all programmed in so many ways. From our first day of life we have had our parents, family and peers telling us how to live. Western religion tells us that we must keep on coming back to them in order to […]Read more "Programmed to seek for ever"
It’s so fucking hard to be a dog in India. No one pets them, people stand away and keep their hands close, just-in-case. Like being a man in America, but who would trust THAT dog. Who, in their right mind anyway. Dogs carry disease and go from docile to snarling in less than a heartbeat. […]Read more "So fucking hard to be a dog in India…"
By Jamie Howton, 2013 I dig myself holes, the blackest of emotional oubliettes that I willingly and repeatedly climb down into. No light penetrates. No love is perceivable. The end is right there. I wallow in my own despair, my own sorrow, my own anguish this is a poisonous place, it doesn’t support real life. […]Read more "What I do."
It occurred to me that I’m alive today and the reason is known to me too. I watched the Sun set from my window and cried; strangely I can not really say why. They weren’t tears of sadness, depression, despair but not joy or happiness either. More like empathy for this Sunlight “of ours” for […]Read more "It occurred to me that I’m alive today…"
Cara saw it at the end of the porch where the spider built it weeks ago, it was a good place for a web. The golden morning light was shining in just the right way. She said “you should take a picture, it will only be like that for a few minutes” I hesitated for a […]Read more "Spider on the porch…"
Like the tendrils of smoke wafting between my synapses that come back time and time again. Like a suddenly beating heart and panic and the need to flee that WAKES ME THE FUCK UP, sweating, needing… Like the evil lie that wakes me some mornings with a start that I KNOW ABSOLUTELY IS THE ONLY TRUTH. […]Read more "Like."