The Fat Lady
I dance with my Mother beneath the blue flame of Her skin silently begging not to be born again,...
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Category: The Polemics of Jack by Jack Cross
The Millionth Buddha
Maybe there’s a quickening, a hundredth monkey, a millionth Buddha. Maybe its you, maybe its me…....
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Welcome to the Polemics of Jack
The Polemics, as I lovingly refer to my writings, are intended to be a collection of short articles, art-i-facts, journey notes, diagrams, ecstatic poetry, slights-of-hand with Compass, Square and Pen, written exclusively under the influence of Mind-Soul-Manifesting Agents, secret and sacred. For those not familiar with the word ‘polemic,’ it means ‘WAR,’ and every man is Jack.
Read MoreSitting Lotus
Sitting Lotus, butterfly, waiting for God to come. Shaman dancing, rattle, drum. Waves of nausea, body numb. Images of all phenomena gliding by. I emerge into the Sky, sitting, watching, only this.
Read MoreWhen I Speaks
When I speaks, I does so with this accent on I. Thought to be a stranger, kicking this word down the road, the lost ask where I comes from? I warns them,
to know, they must first let go of their obsession with geography. Having no place to stand, I passes by, overhead.
