Patti Smith is my philosophical cowpoke. She appears in my drifting dreams; dialogue with her occurs while I sleep. Much like the “mysterious cowpoke [who] chanced upon in a dream to determine the course of the rock poet’s memoir, M Train,” Patti Smith reminds me, much like her cowpoke does, that “it’s not easy writing…
Tag: imagination
my own conversation with warhol.
i like my alone time. serene solitude. quiet moments where i can manifest and ponder. however, sometimes in my restful respite the odd lad or lass pops in to offer his or her companionship. he’s an artist or she’s a muso. he’s a pop culture icon or she’s a rock legend. i seem to appreciate…
bare walls and packed-up carboard cartons.
tis amazing how quickly you can fill a space. even quicker how it can be emptied. my 4×4 wall abode was a haven, a reading nook and in the early mornings, a yoga studio. it is where i write. it is where i cry. it is where i rise. it is a space of comfort, of confidence, of…
static confusion. 