a self-declared cyborg doing cyborg stuff
The ‘Soulcruzer’ podcast (more of an audioblog, really).
Expect a blend of mysticism and music, psyche and soul, everyday wisdom, and the esoteric. One day, I might be waxing lyrical about Nietzsche’s eternal return, and the next, uncovering the wisdom of the tarot. It’s all up for grabs on this pod.
So, if first-person confessional style podcasts are your jam, subscribe to mine wherever you get your podcasts. I’m on all of the major platforms.
Q: what is it about me that i can’t keep my virtual hands off of creativity, love, mysticism, and misfit ontology?
My family & I have decided to take part in the “Walk for Water” to raise money to provide access to clean, safe drinking water for thousands of families across Africa. We will be doing a series of 4 mile walks – the average distance women and children in Africa...
I have had the good fortune to be invited as one of 15 poets to be interviewed on a radio program that will document World Poetry Month in April. Here are some of the details: Poets around the world call for a World Poetry Month. Fifteen poets from such places...
I made a special appearance for red nose day: http://claylowe.smugmug.com/photos/490764674_Bn9zR-S.jpg
I am in a place of being…not talking about being or thinking about being, but being and doing being and being being and living being. I am a human…being.
We are a time-clock civilization. We wear time on our wrist. We hang time on our walls. We have time in the corner of our TV screens. We have time on the dashboard of the cars we drive. We have time on mobile phones, console games, town squares, microwaves, cookers,...
An old family friend was visiting us. She looked at Ruth and said to me: “She looks good. She doesn’t look haggard, which means you are being good to her.” “What about me?’” I asked. “Do I look haggard?” The old lady placed her hands on my cheeks and inspected...
He walked up to the roof of the hotel to get some fresh air and watch the night sky turn to dawn. The time between dusk and dawn is meant to be a time of magic. At the precise moment when it is neither night nor day, the gods can...
Poor human hearts pounding everywhere, lying in their beds, walking their dogs, worrying about their future, dwelling on how their life took a wrong turn as they ride the bus to work in the morning. I’m lying here in my hotel bed. No other guest are stirring at this hour. ...
And what does it matter in the end, the prince and the pauper travel different roads to reach the same end, buried six feet beneath cold earth, food for the worms and a silent eternity.
