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my Individual stitch in the fabric of SpaceTime…

A playful patchwork in the woven web where I share my Self and offer the fruits of my Journey through Body, Mind, Heart, Soul, Spirit…the Creatrix, Initiatrix, and Psychopomp Trickster of the Matrix

Follow the Creatrix to my art and creative expressions that take Form in a variety of ways. Initiatrix will lead to my forays into the Alchemy of Self and all the many ways Ive played and continue to play with this aspect of my Being. Seamstrix leads to my journey through the shamanic art of fabricating clothing and costumes. LinguisticTrickster is my offerings of poetry and the written word, as well as spoken word pieces. My B(e)Log is where I will add my stream of consciousness expressions and will meander through all sorts of wild terrain, my aim to provoke your synaptic maps to expand their connections and encourage a more flowing relationship to Matter and PatterN…..or MaMa and PaPa….in a playful and passionate embrace of AllThatIs… The Jesters Playground is a portal to my ongoing obsession with bringing the Jesters to life in various ways. Im distilling my own little cosmology 😉

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Daimons Embrace

In the in Between Before the dreamOvertook me…That effervescent beam that clingsLike dew to my MindscreenAfter the dark night has risenLike yeast inside of meShone Daimonic faceThe trickster dressed in laceAnd leatherAnd choking on feathers From my FlockMocked mePointed to the clockAnd shook me from complacencyThe Red Tale of Fires embraceRose like dawnAnd threatened myContinue reading “Daimons Embrace”

Bond of Breath

A counterBalance …perhaps….When the chasm beckonsAnd the perilous chapel Seeks it’s reckoning Thru maladies and maniacal MishapsThat overlap Present & Past TimesThat threaten to BindTightThe blind spots with tangled knotsIn games of Daimonic powerBuriedIn unfolding fractal flowersOf ‘Sight Or Blind DeLight ‘As the shattered Tower Falls And Offers its gift A suture to bridge theContinue reading “Bond of Breath”

The WideOpenSee

It’s so trippy, this blank canvas framing the ship that’s sinkingThe twisted tether of the ripped up shrinking synaptic signal that’s blinking On off on off on off up down in out all aroundIt’s so shaky on the plank these days The tumultuous brainwaves resonating to scripted Games from the Scenes and the Sees throughContinue reading “The WideOpenSee”

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