Ecstatic Adventures of the Exuberant Bodhisattva

Dear Vincent, It used to be that the last time I felt home was in a tiny blue penthouse apartment in Mysore, India on the 10th avenu...

Dear Vincent, I went on my adventure. Everything is green. I love you. I found this perfect poem on somebody’s fridge. The poet...

Dear Vincent, In my heart, I feel quite strange and lonely. A strange and lonely thing to do is to attend a Silent Book Club wher...

Dear Vincent, What I retain from yesterday's session is how my whole life is a sad fantasy and if you were a cleaner, you w...

Dear Vincent, This is a Hungry Ghost. Dear H. Ghost Hungry Ghosts crave more attention than is available. They mourn...

Dear Vincent, Yesterday was the seven-year anniversary of me not puking in my mouth, or in the toilet. I had big dreams of writing ...