Category: Little Epiphanies Archive

I cherish my softness. If I am not permeable and porous, then how can you get into me? And you have already sensed how very desperately I want you to break through my barriers so that I can feel you deep inside me churning and shape-changing in my gut as if you were my child…

By Kevin Carrel Footer 20 DEC 2015 The blank white walls of the room are covered in illegible words. Totally. There is no spot that has not been written on. A madman’s ode. Covered in words like some cover their bodies in writhing tattoos, the walls are full of promise, cant, reproach. They make a…

by Kevin Carrel Footer In the midst of her Wednesday grocery shopping, she came up short when she saw the long black car roll by with the two men in it. It was the same car with the broken taillight that she had seen outside the restaurant two nights before, wasn’t it? She had a…

by Kevin Carrel Footer 6 December 2015 NEW YORK – My truest writings are the ones I write to myself. As my reader, I am both stricter and more lenient than the real audience. I am quick to punish any lack of honesty if I pick up on something that doesn’t ring true in what…

by Kevin Carrel Footer 29 November 2015 As this tour comes to an end – today we stow the van till our return in August – my thoughts turn increasingly to dance. The other night as I coiled the cables after our very last show with couples moving on the dance floor below me, I…

by Kevin Carrel Footer 8 November 2015 Ruidoso, NM – Like planetary systems we float through the universe. Pre-Galilean, there is a dull planet and a plethora of shimmering stars. The stars are ours, if we choose them. Or we can be the dull inert thing that wobbles uncertainly towards its end. Out on the…

by Kevin Carrel Footer (Austin TX – 1 November 2015) … When you hit the Texas border, you come plumb up against the myth. Everything in Texas is big. The state is big. The trucks are big. The cowboy hats and flags are big. The attitude is bigger still. At first it comes as a…