PRPSA (Punk Rock Porn Star Activist AKA my Gay BFF) borrowed my car to run errands for the day. He bought me the most beautiful pink Gerber daisy. Something about a surprise from a friend for no reason other than … Continue reading
Rosé Colored Glasses Same corner stool, It’d become a habit, an end of the day ritual like her morning cup of java and cig. “God, I miss smoking in a bar.” Unable to resist the way the light illuminated the bottles … Continue reading
I came across one of Agnes Cecile’s’ image while reading one of Wuji Seshat Nibada’s poems I Lose Myself Inside This Soft World. In honesty it was the image that initial drew me in. Don’t take this to mean he … Continue reading
I came across this picture and the video below here. The left is a human brain cell. The right is the Universe. It is a concept I have long since been aware of- The largess of humanity, our infinite connection to the universe itself.
Fascinated by the fact that for a time we existed in cellular form inside our grandmothers; a fully formed egg in our mother’s ova inside our grandmother’s womb. No wonder they say it takes three generations to make true change. It’s hard wired evolution.
Or as I lay out in croquis Part I the fascinating occurrences of patterns in nature and the human body. Really I suppose it is the capsule I swallowed today. Tiny little plastic markers being tracked through my digestive track as they find there way through and the doctors seek to diagnose what ails me.
All this has me pondering my body in the context of the universe, every cell a universe onto itself.
Image: The New York Times
Once again I am faltering on writing for Friday Fictioneers. This week’s picture should have conjured up images of a past life as a Sea Salt farmer on the Cote D’Azur. Instead all I could see was the inside of … Continue reading