I am writing this, and it is September. Leaves move with the wind and the light splits apart, reforming again and again in endless waves. I’m on the couch and my feet are hot. A sense of unreality pings…
Sometimes I wonder if I’m going mad. The world unravels and spins before us, but just beyond reach. There is a shortness of breath. The sky is falling! The maw of the abyss yawns beneath our feet! How can…
tell me, what did you learn? …we’re all gonna die, we’re all gonna die, we’re all gonna die — Sufjan Stevens, “Fourth of July” Captain’s Log: stardate…now. It feels like approximately a thousand years since I really sat down…
When I look in the mirror, I expect to see a black eye. Nick Drake sings, who knows what a face is for? (Dead man, it is for connecting the world within to the world without.) When I look in the…
Signs and wonders, water stain writing the wall Daniel’s message, blood of the moon on us all — Sufjan Stevens, “The Only Thing” from Carrie & Lowell The exhilaration of initiation. The stink of failure and frustration. A parking lot…
Snow swirls down on the streets of Brooklyn. I’m tired, honey. I’m tired of falsehoods; I’m tired of pretending everything is fine. Everything is not fine. People are sick and lack access to proper medical and spiritual care. Refugees…
When I dream, I dream in flight the swells and stills of all that’s come and the setting forth our kindred sum a point in a constellation — Ayla Nereo, “Wild Burn” Captain’s Log, stardate January 2017. It is,…
Today is the day of my first Saturn Return. HOORAY but also ARGH! I woke up this morning with a herbal hangover, a sore neck, and bills to pay. ISN’T GROWING OLDER SUPER I have plenty to say about…
This is not mere speech all we seek is here where we stand and shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and wider still to hold what comes and wider still to say We’ll never be moved from here…
Holy hot juice in a bag. It’s Scorpio season, non-ironically my favorite, and the times, they are a-changin’. Halloween is almost upon us. SPOOKY SPICY SHRIMPS Behind the scenes here at PZTNT, the literal kettle is whistling and the…
Keep your eyes wide. Please heed the call. The times, as ole Bobby D so famously sang, are a-changin’. In these tumultuous times, we sacred arts practitioners can not afford to pretend that we aren’t affected – and that we cannot…