The Great Water Dance of shade needs the light source, however dim or back lit. Illumined from below, still, the dark world absorbs its cosmic quotient and turns. Timid is the eye before the light, always moving on, not quite … Continue reading →
In Itself Unknown A meditation on the thing itself, the mind, in other words, a thing in its state of being and of being known as a kind of fiction, a story of itself. That it thinks not and I … Continue reading →
Sleeping deeperSupple nippleThe talk circlesMuttering of trees and leavesIn open door of the zerosAs far as the eye can see. Toward the riverThe girl and all of the lost shoesA whistle from the tea kettleAs yet unseen illnessesJewels after all … Continue reading →
We dare in the smoke to care for an injured bird,a smoke choked Marsupial, a way laid fish on the land, A deeper turn as the calliope, the carousel, the clowns in unison on rhinos and deermasquerade. Old brush fire, … Continue reading →
We are on to another calculus of momentum, decisions and others, eyes on every round prize like the gall stone in the gullet, accreting its calcification, osseous and aqueous.
Continue reading →You said it mightStrike deepWith the line of the pen. Adding dust, cracklingsof the empty stage.New performances. For now something brokenlies in the corner,persists, chewed and frayed.
Continue reading →It came by the water,Washed on the beach, buried in the sand.Pearl like an eye, infinite circle contained,Roundly folded into itself yet facing the world with all of its smooth sides. Marbles of infinity and mathLeaf rot patina trod by … Continue reading →
Splendid eveningsSoft, dark of the skyTaking so longThe plinthSeedlings fill the rowsOur capacity, physicality,Muscle on displayShirt sleeves and boiled eggs
Continue reading →Rimbaud Dark angels of the rotting green liquors and gutters of imperial pestilence, to make your prize and home there in the ass-holes of the world is more deserving of answer, mercy, consideration – all beyond my station, than to … Continue reading →