by lobsterbird | Jun 23, 2021
✨Enchanted Pine✨ “a pine tree called to me,” she told me as we tromped up the steep slope snow crunching beneath our feet. “i brought you this,” she told me as she handed me a tiny bit of bundled pine needles. “whose footsteps are...
by lobsterbird | Jun 8, 2017
i was encouraged to practice brevity by an internet marketing expert. this is my poetic response. Stuck in CyberSamsara that we abbreviate our lives AWOL IMHO we’re not fully here now. WWJD? he’d give a proper speech say a prayer deliver us from evil AMEN. uhhhhhh BRB...
by lobsterbird | Dec 27, 2015
this holiday season, i am contemplating presence and how that may be the only gift we ever really need to give. my sister, Alicia, and i were up late wrapping presents on Christmas Eve. while this is not unusual, i congratulated myself on being ahead of schedule on...
by lobsterbird | Nov 26, 2015
today i am not going to do any work. today i am going to be grateful for all life’s blessings. for this one day i will practice opening, listening, and acceptance that i may embody this love in all the days to come. with a thankful heart, a calm mind, and...
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 | Nov 11, 2015
my skin is but a boundary you could pierce right through. like the surface of water, so easily penetrated, from a certain point of view seemingly solid. its tension caused only by its attraction, our molecules magnetized towards one another. this water skin has a...
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 4, 2015
i just found out: i’m dying. i didn’t know how to let you know so i put it in a poem. it’s scary for sure to know it is certain that the me we think we know will soon be me no more. what it means is that this life precious and fleeting will be lived to its fullest...
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 | Aug 14, 2015
i may not have a lot of worldly possessions or the richness of treasures and fame but i am fortunate for i understand my interconnectedness with the universe and the wealth that we share is the same
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