Vessel of Clarity

The Bone Lines at its core is about writing. Writing about a life. Finding the poetry in the biography of becoming. Only in finding what it is I am becoming, will words follow from worlds yet unknown and unseen. Isn’t it the maps of who we are, really the only places that we travel? The rudderless boats that bob around in the world are myopic on the horizon. I see the nature of others and myself through writing. The texture of a conversation lyrically lives inside of the pound of feet. The color of a smile informs me about what that shadow in your eye is saying. It is in the view of a mountain that I might remember a dream, or a book, a mishap or pain that carved itself slowly into me. Writing is like that. The pen carves out symbols of my own living. I may wonder about that sky. It is my wondering that brings me to full confront — with the beasts of this life. The ache that washes over time — offer of clarity. As the pen moves deliberately across the page — tattooing mistakes and learning — a moment of recognition might be reached as the waves wash over vessel of veins and blood. There you are again. Over and over again, it is you.