Reflections on Germany and My Time Abroad

Reflections on Germany and My Time Abroad For the sake of clarity, I’ll try to keep this organized by offering sections to the aspects I’ll be covering (in the case someone is only interested in a single point). Mental Health I should get this out of the way in the beginning: I want to return…

Shadow of Doubt

No matter how I arrange you Something is out of place Considering new ways and larger Windows to see the world The shadows are closing in and laughing “This is where you need to be” Forever?   [In case of Escape, break glass]   Dust has collected leaving space for forensic proof That it’s time…

A Walk to the Clouds

It’s been quite some time since this ledge has appeared and once again we stand on the edge of the Earth.  It never gets easier thinking about the life that will be left behind, a history of faded curtains half-blocking a future of only mountainous escapes, but we made it. Lessons every year or two,…

Crying Game

Beginning here first I cried today, without tissue paper, Because there was no tear. Only a rip. fuck what this day has brought because I cried today   Most ask why but I challenge the notion For today was not about the Second to last letter or even a what But about a how, the…

A Musing, Thoughts by: Skip Eng Kahmas

Slamming ones face on piano keys will painfully remind a person that facing the music will often be out of tune. Rapid, fire, pauses with: no break, but eggs so shells can be avoided, if for no other reason than: discomfort with yoke to keep up, the fashion, cart pulling, instructions ignoring beast and just…

Pantheon of Friends

It was once a place of worship to the pagan moments of life. The awkward teenage years where every pin drop is just a reminder of how lost I was. Standing at the foot of the ruins of a belief that was bombarded and destroyed by time and ideological differences that spanned eons. Or seconds,…

5:18

I wake up every morning at 5:18. No alarm or notification. No rhyme or reason. Like my clock works, I am awake at 5:18 am. Many questions arise almost immediately, but I always drift back off to sleep to one: what about this time makes me wake up? Surely, I thought once, I must be…

One Sided Window

Perhaps it was coincidence that it was one of the longest and hardest goodbyes I’ve ever had to do. It felt like just a moment ago that we laughed and looked into each other’s eyes; standing so close with an arbitrary space between us and yet it always felt so far away. What feels likes…

Casting Meer

As I fold into myself I think of the rains of summers passed The sunlight of winter has come, a solstice of soldiering on As fear envelops a future that has yet to emerge Convincing the conditions are set for a battleground Standing at the edge of twilight, casting shades of anger felt I promised…

Nap Time Blues

One day a friend called me and told me they had something to say Hold on a minute, actually, let me call you back My life is in ruins and I have something to take care of They said, “Alright…” Later that night I received a message and they asked me what was wrong That…

Run Down by the Eclipse

It was a time ago that it was learned what it meant to be alone. Standing silently in a crowd — masses by the thousand — not knowing a soul (not even my own) absorbed in the dusty space between you and I. standing shoulder to shoulder but farther apart than I’ve ever felt. It…

Thought of the Day: Non-Gift of Presence

Is the discomfort felt from someone staring at us a result of the hyper-understanding of our own presence in the moment current moment? What does it suggest, then, when we ask “what” someone is looking at?