Eyes closed, I found memories
kitchen table, chair with tools underneath
my parents' legs, my brother's stroller
my back's silhouette to viewer
I picked them up like thin weightless tiles
tried to melt them in a white fire
hoping to repurpose some emotions
Me resisted this small start (art)
But I look forward to being me
without tiles of the past
The transformation of the cat
through curiosity
Medeu, Almaty
It was like a holiday, every time. Men sharpening blades, music playing, shirtless people, backwards skating, dancing, in the mountains. People bound together by this strange, amazing activity. A holiday embedded into me, a child, forever. I look out at the these and I plot: for my kids and my inner kid. Let's go!
Unsupported
When you are not held
and loved and understood
unprovided for
Happiness has no place
But take responsibility
and change
There's joy oozing out of the washing machine
delight on the ironing board
there are smiles brooding in the soup pot
Shop vac your tears
You can return to this sculpted chaos any time
Generate your awe for life
in tadasana
and dance like only you do
Isn't there a guitar in there, too?
