by lobsterbird | Feb 27, 2019
The Glorious (and Gory) Story Being sent on a Spirit Quest to do seva (service) for the Asian Elephants of Thailand, I had little idea of what that meant. I had only a remembrance that I had been there 10 years ago. At that time, my heart was calling me to ride an...
by lobsterbird | Oct 18, 2016
i am cracking up because of the title of this post, but it’s true! i was interviewed for ArtBiz Wizard Alexis Fedor’s podcast and when i was describing the following opportunity for transformation, she exclaimed, “This is exactly what I wish for—to...
by lobsterbird | Jun 20, 2016
hello mighty readership! i write to you from the backyards of Harlem, which are less gritty city, more birds singing in the backyard to accompany the dance of dogs and cats rolling in the grass. i am here for a few weeks housesitting for my friends Annie and Seth...
by lobsterbird | Nov 22, 2015
after: Leonard Nimoy The truth is We cannot love Love is Some thing Spock thought about a lot Or not Rather it was the man Behind the masks Like his most known Identifying name He came to be An old-fashioned Space-man Because he searched love He trusted And with trust...
by lobsterbird | Oct 25, 2015
lettuce dances. did you know that? i saw it today perform Swan Lake, its last song sung before it was flung into my burrito, a picnic in the wind. chairs also sing, performing improvisations as we sit static unsuspecting of anything more than a chance to rest. (our...
by lobsterbird | Oct 20, 2015
Always in motion is the future. ~ Yoda, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back ~ three days ago would have signaled my 12th anniversary of moving to NYC. today i found this draft from September 16th, 2012 (written just a month shy of my 9th anniversary of moving...
by lobsterbird | Sep 27, 2015
“how dare you enter my lair! thief! you can only be here for one purpose— to steal my treasure!!!” ::hiss:: ::spit:: “i will burn you with my breath!” ::crackle:: ::hiss:: a blast of hot air to the face! i have played out this story deep in dark recesses of caves...
by lobsterbird | Jul 9, 2015
You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief, But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound. And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless you break...
by lobsterbird | Jul 2, 2015
today i realized all my poetry is about love. and cats. but even those cat poems are really about love. because what else is there? when you look at the world and all you can see is destruction and devastation due to the fact that all we need is love and don’t have...
by lobsterbird | Jun 16, 2015
Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining, and passion,...
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