Brain, whatcha doing?
An exercise in dimension reduction and mind reading. I’ve been using the Muse EEG headsets and others off-and-on over the years. Analyzing my sleep, looking for ASMR moments while listening to music, and developing tools for the yearly EEG workshop I give at my former university. The knowledge I’ve…
Something Different This Way Comes
How The Heck Do I Hold The Space For It This Time? — I can tell you that something ‘new’ is on the way into my world, but new is a misnomer as I have been having flickering thoughts that trail away into the shadows for months. I have sensed the prickling advance of my own thorny nature creeping in on kudzu vines…
What inspires you to write?
What is your muse? — What inspires you to write? Is it your family? Is it your daily struggles? Is it your favorite song? Is it love? Is it money? Or Is it simply your passion for the craft of writing? I am in love with writing. It in itself is my muse Writing completes…
Read Between the Lines
Poetry — Words so elusive until thoughts of you infiltrated my brain and I found traces of you everywhere, under the milkwood, in the sunshine, in rickety shadows beyond the horizon, even hidden in syllables or the blank empty spaces where only I could see you if I would read between the lines— not the superficial you, but the depth of you, the real you, the parts that make me smile like jasmine and twilight, you are the velvet grass beside the raging river, you are the cleansing rain that brings relief during the drought, like ink-soaked pages, you are my muse and I feel your magic, even when the world spins out of control and swallows me like hungry clouds.
A Short Poem To Invoke A Muse
Make me your catalyst, your puppet, your instrument — This has become a little prayer before starting to write every morning. I will take care of the quantity — (of time spent, of energy invested, of daily commitment to sitting down on the… well… bar stool because I have a bar in the kitchen instead of chairs like normal…
Sleep Eludes Me
Sleep eludes me as the dream remains, Hours pass and I cannot rest, The darkness of night around me. In this weary and bleary state, My muse comes unto my mind, There to dance and whisper to me. I am given visions and thoughts, Though I earn to sleep, But she will…