Instaration #6

Look out the window,
Find a sign, find a face.
The stacks of well-worn sorrow
are paled against snow-dusted glass.

I hold my hand out to you,
Press the glass, feel my warmth.
Your home is much more than a hearth.

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Spent the weekend in chilly St. Paul for Jingle Ball and stayed at the beautiful St. Paul Hotel. It had a very warm and old school feeling against the snow and biting cold of the city.

Just as I was packing for my flight to head home, I pulled open a drawer and saw their beautiful post cards and stationary. Well, I couldn’t help myself. I let my bag fall and pulled the chair out, reaching for my new pen (the one I had stolen from another drawer in that same hotel room earlier) and had to put something down.

This was a nice thing to add to the memory of my trip, so I think I’ll have to do something like this at more of the hotels I visit!

Spiders

Just a little Halloween inspired prose for October.

SPIDERS

Do I live among the spiders,

or do the spiders live with me?

I am not entirely sure,

Will you help make it clearer to me?

Humble in living, crude in thought,
I make the most of what I haven’t been taught.
I am the man in my castle, king of my hill,
but the spiders sit above me, hiding their will.
Night comes again and I slink into bed,
reminiscing and planning for a few days ahead.
From their webs they come down, crawling in droves,
but my eyes cannot see, for I am dreaming of groves.
They descend and tickle my skin with their legs,
my body jumps, shaking the bed from its pegs.
Jolted I wake, feeling and reaching to fight,
but the spiders have scurried off, giggling in the night.
It’s only the bites they leave, oozing and blue,
that makes me realize what I am to do.
Tis your webs of deceit, and your sharp little teeth,
that wrap around my soul and puncture my meat.
I shall wait silent in the night, looking for thine,
evil fucking spiders, your sins are now mine.
Do I live among the spiders,
or do the spiders live with me?
I’m still not entirely sure,
but killing you was curing to me.

A Demolition of Family History

This week some of my family’s history was destroyed.

The Pillsbury mansion on Lake Minnetonka was somewhere I always wished to have visited to see some of my family’s history.

It was my 3rd Great Uncle that built the place, and it was truly beautiful. I had hoped that there would be a greater effort made to keep the piece of history and save this century-old home.

So rare it is to have pieces of our history last into each new generation that jumps through the centuries. Less becomes tangible and more sits on hard drives. As our generation gets older and it is time for us to pass on to our children the trinkets and memories of our past, what will they be? A jump drive full of websites and Instagram accounts? Screenshots of Top 20 lists and favorite memes? Even then, the small act of handing something over to our children will need not be, as they can just pull it up with the click of a button. As boxes of antique silverware and spoon collections disappear into the ages of yore, what will we have to pass on to ours?

Is there something tangible you collect or have now that can be sent along the lines of your ancestry to link us to the future? What trinkets of your life will be passed on to future generations?

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Notes from the Tree #1

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“Excerpts from the D’zalara, found scrolls from the Lozon Mine, Lelara.”

“The Tree knows the nature of what things are,

and not of what man wants them to be.

For not all things seen are shown.” – King Ghishet

“Notes from the Tree” are a collection of found excerpts from the scrolls of D’zalara, from my upcoming science fiction novel “Two Planets.”