I don't know much about the world. I know there are ships and there are scorpions and there are pineapples. I know there is hunger and there is love. I know we are all walking around trying to figure it out. I am doing my best not to take any of it too seriously. I try to laugh as often as possible. I try to remember that even things I think I know might not be true. I've always been better at feeling than I am at knowing. But feeling is a tricky business. Trusting your feelings is like trusting a storm. I guess I feel like every moment lived is a revelation, and if I am not living in awe, then I am probably forgetting something important. The two best discoveries I have made are my heart and my imagination, and neither of them really belong to me. A lot of the time I feel like standing in front of the ocean and screaming at the top of my lungs. I probably don't do that as much as I ought to, or maybe I do it more than I should. I don't have the answers to these things. Life is a strange place. And even if I don't understand it, I feel pretty lucky to be here. I have known and loved a whole bunch of spectacular humans along the way, and I hope I get to know and love more. These poems are various stabs I have taken at deciphering the shifting phantasmagoria I've encountered in the brief tenure of my existence, and with any luck, they will make some kind of sense to somebody,
released June 21, 2010
Artwork by Orian Lathrop. (orianlathrop.com)
Huge thanks to Logan Jensen, Theo Grondahl, Brent Crosson.