The love is inexplicable. Yes, it is the single remainder from the love of a game that I didn’t understand at the time. A game that brought tears. A game that brought joy. A game for which I had little talent.
Daft Punk Frida
Dalian nerve. Hypnotic birth. Danceable dildo. Plastic bhagwan. Slicker chunk. Rubber chocolate. Vinyl vodka. Detached syrup.
Feeling the machinery
He remarked of that feeling of an older woman’s soft loose skin wrapping around the bones of her hand. Knuckles evident. Tendons strung. The geometry, evidence of genetics taken and given.
Words from the white space
Words matter. And, while they do become visible when printed on a page or pixeled on a screen, those manifestations are almost as invisible as is any word that remains unspoken or unwritten.
Bursting between the beasts
I remember feeling a sense of community among the writers. Handwritten, and in some cases typewritten, the connection I felt was overwhelming. What began as a open-ended walk down Fifth Avenue became a brief glimpse into enlightenment.
Mindfulness, meditation and the Yah-Yah contraption figure
An inner monologue — sawed, glued, painted, wrapped, snipped, pierced, punched, twisted, burned, loved.
Five secrets to writing a moving love letter
Consider your feelings for your partner. Think about the qualities you most admire. Pick no more than one or two about which to write.