The realization that we are never disconnected as a Human Family was mind-melting for me. Although we are all unique in special ways, we share more commonalities than differences, suggested by our DNA sequencing being 99.5% similar to one another. That is to say, 99.5% of our DNA sequencing is the same as President Obama, Tom Cruise, Babe Ruth, Steve Jobs, Tina Turner, Lady Gaga, Adele, or anyone else we care to mention.Our brains may be contained within a skull, but we are far fro...

The mind is an amazing tool, my friends. It is also a bit of a mystery. Not a single scientist on this planet knows how the mind works; how it suddenly hums with life and mediates our outer and inner worlds. Furthermore, not a single mystic or spiritual guru on the planet fully understands what exactly makes the mind work. Let's grab a glass of sweet tea, vision some memories of Granny Hunt who made it so well back in the day, and take a seat on The Front Porch of the Mind.

A collection of poems traversing love, loss, and rage. This book was written while truly riding the tiger. Think it takes skill to write when well rested and feeling safe and sound within the bosom of the world? Try it when your mind is melted to the consistency of aluminum ore, fight or flight becomes perpetual flight, and danger rests within every synapse.

The Spirit is always available to us for consult, comfort, and direction. The poems of Plain and Simple are an effort to express the mystical Spirit in an elementary fashion because I often am elementary. The expansions and contractions of self often leave me in a concrete, contracted, limited mental state. It is thru this lens that Plain and Simple was written.

When we are comfortable with our Family of Origin, our Soul begins the volcanic regurgitation of all we've experience within that family.

Anger erupted within because I felt like a small child being let in on an inside joke...about me. How could this have been withheld from me for four decades? Who would do such a thing to me? Who would not allow God's Grace, Love, Light, Spirit, and Song to fill me from within?The tears cried after finding God; rather, Him finding me were not only tears of joy, but tears of deep regret and sorrow, because God had been with me all along. I simply chose to shut Him out. There are seve...

A collection of short stories and a handful of poems related to primal sexual desires. Where did Rusty Hunt's heart disappear to while writing this ensemble of lust, anger, passion, resentment, and contempt?

As we journey into and around life's nodes and crossroads, iteration becomes thematic. The challenge of allowing familiarity to shift and change, as our perceptions shift and change. Only to circle around and try it all again. Until, if we're lucky, everything and everyone is fresh and new within every single moment. Until we get there, we must iterate.

Everyone will experience the waves of life, joyous and not so joyous. Each person's inward journeys are incredibly similar, according to scholars such as Joseph Campbell. It is the reconciling of within and without as it pertains to each of us, and the flowering outward each of us uniquely manifests that the poetry of Swim Sucka Fish expresses.

The pebbles of the concrete mind excavates the pearls of the expansive mind, if aware. Whatever state we happen to find ourselves, pebbles and pearls abound. Both states of mind are valuable, as are the bounties produced by each.

The first in a series of simple poems by Author Rusty Hunt. These poems were written with the mind of a child, God's child; simple and fun.

Two Pennies was a work inspired by two pennies found in my pocket. One shiny and bright, the other a bit worn and torn.