Dylan Tweney

this way to nirvana https://www.instagram.com/p/ByGcfeUJq93/?igshid=9z95t0rpksx5

The dogs have fleas. The cat keeps pooping on the kitchen floor. The house is of course a mess, and my daughter is graduating from high school tomorrow — assuming she got rid of that F in English.  Meanwhile, my wife is recovering from her 2nd eye surgery in a month, after two months of […]

my first attempt at a video haiku #videohaiku #micropoetry #haiku #micropoem https://www.instagram.com/p/ByA3mTqn5v6/?igshid=13esdwannjpdo (Source: https://www.instagram.com/)

The world constantly reminds us that nothing is permanent. Nothing escapes destruction. wisteria in bloom :: what the old stones don’t tell

tchalisew: southernbitchface: m–ood: A very curious octopus. Watch this and be blessed “Why he smoosh my head??? Wait smoosh my head again.” (Source: http://tchalisew.tumblr.com/)

Note: This article first appeared in Popula on March 28, 2019. Approaching 50, I went a little bonkers. I grew a beard, started waking up early in the morning to meditate, got into long email and phone conversations with a couple of spiritually-inclined friends, and started going to weekly meetings

waning gibbous ladybug https://www.instagram.com/dylan20/p/BvIJrArHixC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9z7cufu7v1xp

littlealienproducts: chestnutmane: It’s hard to explain, or people don’t want to understand(?) Illustration by Isadora Zeferino Not too hard to understand!

daylight saving time :: the topmost plum blossoms all lit up by the dawn #haiku #micropoem #micropoetry #dst #nofilter https://www.instagram.com/dylan20/p/Bu2k9-pHjRm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ly456zwroqsr

breakfast the bowl holds five yolks from three eggs :: suddenly thinking about the lives of the chickens

backyard afternoon :: a boy’s dreams take flight (Photo: San Mateo, March 2015)

as I was going to sleep last night I had a very clear vision of how my mind works. it was a delicate, erector-set-like machine constructed like a bridge over the much vaster body of direct experience. I could hear it humming. “that’s all there is to it?” I remember thinking