Front Page

Archive for December, 2019|Monthly archive page

How to love

In 100, by Wyatt on December 4, 2019 at 3:42 pm

The first thing to do is

Let go

Of trying

To love

If we don’t feel love

That is okay

It may happen

It might not

But trying to manufacture it

To machinate it out of lead

Fails us before we’ve started

Because we must start

By loving


Right here

As we are

Right now

We are perfect

No change necessary

Look at us

How nice we are!

As is


Batteries included

That is understanding the self

That is love


Look what happened

By trying not to force anything

Something had space to grow

Which was



Made it, but to where

In 100, by Wyatt on December 1, 2019 at 12:15 am

Thirteen minutes left in november: Lying splayed on the ground of Denver international in a fur coat, belly full of hot cheetos and new-mexican pizole, beaten timberlands stained dark with beeswax, battered heart beating reliably and opening more with each passing moment, intentional imaginings of multidimensional narratives flitting vibrantly, cautious optimism for december bobbing gently on a turbulent sea, front teeth grinding softly, thumbs aching from tapping truisms on a tiny keyboard, a tired world sleeping outside frosty windows, every fiber of being wanting to rest to recharge to recoup to reinvent to reintegrate to restart to rebecome to be.