origins – michael jarmer

#329: A Long Way (an Oranges Poem)

I live in a house a quarter of a mile from the house I grew up in. For twenty years I lived in a house 2 or 3 miles from the house I grew up in. That felt like a long way. I was young and my view of the world, even my viewContinue reading “#329: A Long Way (an Oranges Poem)”

#285: A Poem Against Nothing

During meditation practice today I wrote some words and phrases on two notecards in response to the following three meditative prompts: Nothing, Form, and Intention. As a writer, I live in the world of specificity, concrete detail, or in ideas expressed explicitly and with clarity. Sometimes I struggle with some of the more esoteric aspectsContinue reading “#285: A Poem Against Nothing”