selfish genes

my mom planted lettuce last summer. her first crop and we got to harvest the most magnificent salads from september till december.
\her seed pods grew as they do and she had not collected and saved them so now there are lettuci pushing up through the bricks of her back yard and life has taken over
life will entropically...what the fuck are we doing messing with things


food not lawns!
om yum
xoxo

i just had to write something so i dont feel worthless

something.

jake josef

how would i do justice with your story, jake josef,
your borrowed bicycle, blue like your bruises;
your dimpled cheeks afraid to smile out of the hollow space you have chosen.
you understand your freedom, wise anarchist,
and your remind me of the possibilities of oscillation.
i need to stay with you only a moment --
your swirling whiskeyed minds reads things differently
from my momentary brilliance.
how you can see that this is simply a report of the seconds.
you wrote this, jake josef

Shefa Gold; Chochmat HaLev

the bus so yellow -
a momentous reconnecting to a reality we are creating.
who is today? besides you in your cryptic annunciation:
living out of the question without needing to answer it
the word opens up a moment to moment mystery with the beloved
where there is permission, growth and therefore creativity.
there is importance to heal what is hidden,
asleep,
that is not able to be used to mend.
to be wise in love is to understand the timing.