creative fuel

Extended poem which progresses from the perspective of a western to a Taoist (modern to ancient?)

• use multiple stanzas

As simple as catching the wind…

from the perspective of an innocent baby (I am the product of a rape)

Use the “poisonous beauty of the Azalea flower” as an analogy for the American South

The myth of property rights and the "original owner"

• who did the first buyer of land buy that land from? does anyone really own land? the only reason landownership is possible is because of a collective "myth" / "delusion" - see description of myths (i.e. money) in Sapiens

Death is hidden too much in modern society. It indirectly prevents people from realizing their potential.

A woman loses everything in one and a half years. And we complain? Her father, her mother, her husband, her brother, her son. - KB

“Feeling the breeze, even when it's 5,000 degrees”