All in Self and Self in All (Homecoming)

It's a bright star, it's a supernova, is the beauty surrounding the untouchable core; a magnolia on a tree, the petals falling gently, slowly, dying. It's the branches that are left that were ground down into the star's chillydark . All is the universe and the universe is all.  It's the depth of the self that…

Starman, Stardust, Starlight

We're floating above planet Earth, spacesuit making limbs heavy and bulky. We bounce because in our 10-year-old imaginations, that's how spacemen walk. Like the Michelin Man, all heavy and limbs and awkwardness. "Ground Control to Major Tom." Bounce, float, we imagine leaving the capsule because it's drama class time and we're imagining we're in space.…

Bespoke is Not Just a Word

There's a suit hanging in your closet. I can't quite see all of it, but occasionally there's a glimpse of unfamiliar - to me - material.  In my head, I call it "the bespoke suit" but that's a combination of my own whimsy and the wordsmithing I have to do during the day to satisfy…