devananda's Letters
It took me a minute
a day to fully know what it is you were showing me
why it is you’ve been coming
where there was healing to be done
how to let it all go
So strange to see you, after all these years, I never expected you
bent over in that way, mooning me with your
huge, white, naked ass
head down, booty up
neck cranked, eyes fixed at me, w…read more
I meet Poe in Baltimore, conjure his ghost to walk with me through emergence on these the sacred cremation grounds of conjunction. Dear master of the great mystery, detective of misery, for I am at a loss, tell me friend, what is it I am hesitating to see?
Descending down the musky dim stairwell, hunched over, under the lowly late winter clouds,…read more
If every person we encounter and meet is simply a reflection of ourselves and we will be attracted to the qualities and attributes of that person that we desire/inspire to in our lives or that we already possess and like, and we will judge or dismiss those that we find ourselves repulsed by, then meeting strangers and making friends is just…read more
How good it feels
To feel you
To be acquainted
To know
After all the years
Of stuffing, binging, mindlessly
Eating to fill the void
One that wasn’t yours
Misplaced by mere inches
A calling uncomfortable
Different than yours
But so foreign to understand
No patience to learn
Until one day
The void is still lingering
Still cataclysmic
And the b…read more