Sell Out

I had an odd experience in February 2009. I went home to see my mother, about a month after the end of my last long-term relationship (I’ve had two). When I walked into her kitchen, she said in surprise, “It’s nice to see you… I haven’t seen you in a long time…” She didn’t mean physically. She meant my spirit, my being, my inner self. I asked her how long it had been since she had seen ‘me’.

1993. Sixteen years. Before I sold out.

I knew what she meant. Back then, I intentionally changed who I was. I hated who I was. I wanted something more, something different, something that I thought was better than what I naturally am. I gave up being an artist in favor of a technical career.

I am a sellout. Read more…

New Moon

Peacock perched
Overnight in the tree

Its magnificent train
Eyed covert feathers
Invisible in the new moon

Pearl in mollusk
Pried hinge
Oyster knife

Murky water
Lotus emerges

Can you see it?

Crack the geode
Grey hard exterior
Purple crystal heart

Do you seek
What is hidden
Out of fear of smiling faces

Once you find
What you dig out

What you thought
Tick or sliver or boil
Is none of these things

What then?

 

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, August 2017