Author: Kevin J. O'Conner

Mostly written while listening to several extended pieces by Ryuichi Sakamoto. 1 it’s in the water living, breathing, dreaming water rain falls tears fall waterfalls drops run down the lines of the tarps covering the boats in moorage joining to form a single stream before running into the lake before becoming the lake 2 some [...]

Written while listening to Frank Perry’s ‘Deep Peace of the Flowing Air to You’. Ritual distortion with bells and bowls Comfort without strings Unspoken rhythm slipping under deepest layers meeting no resistance Wind acquiesces with a bough The first fallen leaf of late summer touches down Within weeks it will crackle Here the meditation ends (14 [...]

Bonus round—another take on the blank page… Paper silences are the worst Every other type of silence has its own cast hangs in a slightly different way heavy menacing gloomy tense foreboding Paper silences are brazen in-your-face vicious taunting The inscrutable blank of the empty page sits there in front of you saying nothing but [...]

My irrational hatred of the ampersand taken to a logical conclusion. S& & slippery slopes are everywhere now The form has become literary &rogyny & discomfort in 42 lines & change & those whose h&s put words to page & screen are making a st& & having an impact Art & text in t&em are [...]

An observation while watching the ‘Broken’ episode of House. The ache rings from the strings that hum the melody into the room Tears fall but not me those depths are inaccessible by mortals and disembodied sound The bow continues to coax sounds from the strings too far removed from the here and now they cannot move me [...]