No one guards the places where the storytellers dwell, where currency is non-existent because ideas are not for sell
– being that ideas flow freely, floating on moonbeams of wonder – waiting to be deciphered before they are lost or torn asunder –
these bards sometimes disappear, following the light into their storms, and wander into the worlds where the poets are well worn; into unambiguous territories, where colors have lost their hues, free throws turn into pay throws, and restless spirits pay their dues –
– it’s a foreseen hazard of living where visions are unable to be quelled, because no one guards the places where the storytellers dwell…
Bill Friday turned me on to beams of light with ideas in them and Ra Avis made me aware of pay throws (although I’m not sure what meaning she was assigning to them…) when I had the good fortune of meeting up with them during my brief stop in LA. I also had the grace of meeting another passionate storyteller Nicole Allen, while in LA, but unfortunately we forgot to take pictures!