Too little has been said about Robin Wiliams’ suicide. Too little has been done to honor his life. I sense a world uncertain and confused about how to respond to his suicide, or how they “should” feel, and so they remain silent.
Creativity yearns and churns, Stretches and aches, bogged down by the relentless nagging, driven by the ardent and fierce tingles of sinuous standings. Almost unbidden, in a moment of neglect, it erupts and breaks free bursting forth in weightlessness, Sucking