Poetry on events past, present, and whatever is flying at the seat of the imagination with inspiration in the passenger. Experimental musings on the philosophical and surreal on what's already been said and seen because you never run out of words.
poems + practices for remembering, reconnection and radical hope
| may our acts of love & liberation ripple outward like a quiet storm | home of the Sacred Creativity Collective
"Flights" is already taken -but I traveled a lot, and I continue to, including falling down the rabbit holes. Thoughts and rants about being on the go and staying put, whatever it means. PS scratch it I have no idea. Not yet.
Verbal snapshots of my daily life or whatever else may be on my mind. Mostly syllabic, occasionally ekphrastic (which is not the same as illustrative).
Once upon a time, I discovered I had many voices in my head and I needed a place to put them—then Substack came along.
"To suggest is to create, to name is to destroy." —Stéphane Mallarmé
