the poetry isn’t flowing this morning —
it’s dripping
coagulating and spurting and leaking
that is to say
it’s still coming
just in fits and starts
and stops and lags and
drags my whole sense of self
along with it, whether it’s
coming or not
and all i can do
is try
to stay on for the whole
ride
ebb and flow
May 21, 2025
literally
nothing
is set in stone
even stone is ephemeral
everything passes by
the sky wasn’t the sky
before there was a planet to help hold it in
and even the stars have beginnings and endings
so the rules we all have made up
for gender
for money
for even morality
nothing
nothing
nothing
is solid
we are all flowing through —
visitors to reality
let’s treat ourselves like guests
and stop trying to make our rules stick
to a place that will never ever ever have
anything
to stick to
March 24, 2023
the thing they don’t tell you
about using your own body as art
is that some days
and even some weeks
things will feel harder/
take longer/
not align the way you’re used to/
but
if you push through
build the strength/endurance/technique you need
you’ll survive those times
and come out the other side
even more artful than you were
(at least that’s what i’m counting on—
i might still be in ‘one of those weeks’
even now
we’ll see
we’ll see)
kipventures 