C.M. Rivers

"The point of being an artist is that you may live." ~ Sherwood Anderson

Journal

  • Big Sur

    A whale spouted by and I dreamt of the story my life could tell.  I remembered many loved and lost, I received the world, had a conversation with the cosmos. A whale spouted by, the vastness deepened.  I sat, hands in lap, left over right, palms up, thumbs touching. A whale spouted by, I smelled Read more

  • Dragon Gates

    While drinking cold tea from a glass jar and dividing your thoughts between Ernest Hemingway and Pablo Neruda, you cut a kiwi in half the long way and consider the oval ring of black seeds at its heart.  You always see Our Lady Of Guadalupe there, proving that eating a piece of fruit can be Read more

  • The Dream Before by Laurie Anderson

    Laurie Anderson The Dream Before ~    She said, What is history? And he said, History is an angel Being blown Backwards Into the future He said: History is a pile of debris And the angel wants to go back and fix things To repair the things that have been broken But there is a Read more

  • “Say You Are Lonely” by William Stafford

    Say You Are Lonely ~ William Stafford More still than a star, one thought shies by: what if the sky loved you? But nobody knew?  But that magnet in space pulled hard?  But you acted like nothing at all was reaching or calling for you?  More still than a star going by, that thought stays. Read more

  • Impaled Digits

    Originally posted on C.M. Rivers: Growing up, I had the privilege of enduring several ingrown toenail surgeries, which culminated in having a third of the nail removed on each of my big toes.  Of course, by that time I was reading a magazine and whistling to myself while blood spurted across the room like… Read more

  • Merlyn

    The mountains are alive with fire, transcendent breath, vigorous and endless. Though they have been given a name, a part of them will always be nameless, and I could say the same about myself. I heed the call, after all, of mist-laden glades. I walk among stones with broken blades. I come to you, mountains Read more