Press, don’t watch the fall Of gypsum, pot ash, basalt over top, coal, oil, Roads curved as bridge tarmac engineered to bend. False starts and ricochets, All tumbling down the avalanche of sense With bits and pieces of the … Continue reading →
Derivative and apropos at sun up and rust. Down the gradient of time’s hill, all hills With a stone to mark and a brook and the grass and the sky. Hawks and grubs Testing the trees, The Winter ice … Continue reading →
The crabs and muscles, Barnacles habituated to hold on, Come what salty may in the rush of cold tide or smashing storm, In the sharp teeth of animals and woman with her bucket collecting, Man with his plans sharp … Continue reading →
I have been too timid, too dry, like something in me refusing to be said. The cast of bronze, the past of butter heated in a pan I would go liquid if I could and flow all over, Hot … Continue reading →
Empty space, doubt, Negative space, as important to intuitive sense As the glare through a dirty window, dust on the blinds, Commonplace emptiness. The little family at breakfast Signs and with a day, now long past, Shines the limit … Continue reading →
Liminality in a Universe that has no center, no edge, no way between distant counter parts In time multiplied in dimension, and scope, accounting for our ennui. Our doubts at the pedestal of each other and the surmise of … Continue reading →
Hold and grasp, to caress the mind’s little currents and eddies in our conversation, Launched from your lips, from the way things seemed to be at the time. Of course we are wrong headed, as the future always laughs … Continue reading →
Posthumous meme of machine and human mind As the great mind narrating all stories As the water writes the waves, the slosh of emergence and retreat. Dying back to her earlier days, the nymph and naiad a blaze of inspiration … Continue reading →