Visions
Another day of doom prophesy,
but my candle glows and warms
confidently as the flame reaches upward,
Poetry
310 works
THE SPIDER
It all started when I tried to drown
the spider. Or moments before, when I hear
Nana’s simmered paranoia gurgling that welfare
THE DAY GIVEN
Breakfast finished, I ask mom what she wants
for lunch. She assumes this is only out of duty,
a carousel without music, but it’s reverence
Gluegun
Draining in bucket of others
Mixed craftly, tirelessly with palms and lip-drool
of your design, by my allowance
Old Stories
Have you heard the one about the woman who went hiking / running / walking / riding /
quickstepping through the mountains / park / forest / city street and never came home? Of course
you have. So often that you, especially if you are not a woman, might call this story humdrum /
What They Left Behind
The day after the phone company
jackhammered the asphalt
on this neighborhood street,
peasant miasma
aches, stomachhead— screenstaring until terminal burnout
fantasizing about creativity seeking emotional highs loosely akin to that of writing
hating myself so much I seriously entertain becoming average, renouncing my gift
drones
The amerikan poem reads
like a nursery rhyme or perhaps
the disjointed inner monologue
Duped
money to the power of Q
took over the Temple
failed stewards of the earth
Water is Life
lead contaminated
pipeline-polluted
guzzled by AI
To Secure a Share of Equanimity, Hide Behind a Skull
Death empowers others. — Elias Canetti
The rain comes down both sides of a camel, but only one flank of the mountain is green. Spirit falls from the summit int
Through each gate passes a road, lawless and desolate; along the road a breeze, scented with rotting fruit. A manufactur
The Afterworld
A metaphysical music plays chess with Death. No one remembers their last move. Lost in the
greater glory of the next. We must be careful to pretend. Symbols clash. And an orchestra of
stars follows the Chorus as they glide across the heavens chanting no man is happy. Until he
Stuck in the Middle with You
I tried to explain to Charon all the good that Prometheus had done for humankind. But he really couldn’t do anything abo
Read More →The Despot
The one who, after every announcement of someone’s death, eats more.
— Elias Canetti
A very rich man who advocates killing the dead, burning every mummy he can buy. He. He
No Map for This
She called to say the doctors found a lump.
Hours away, universe dark above us.
Coming home from dinner, what could we say
An Exercise in How Small I Can Shrink Myself
I'll start with the toes,
curling them towards the ball of the foot
in a less imposing pose.
Pathos and Puns, Feeling for Heartache Beneath a Suit of Amore
I had learned not to take gravity lightly; even before the apple fell, it weighed heavily on my
mind. I knew the first couple hadn’t floated around Eden like cosmonauts in the International
Space Station, but I wondered how they came down to Earth. Without a DJ, or for that matter
Just Kick Back, and Let the Wheel Turn
He saw through everything, and so it was he saw nothing – the nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.
A wise man who suffered from paranoia once wrote that the invention of absolutely safe cars
would allow people who ride in them “to feel immortal for a while.” Perhaps he was being
Imagine
if we assumed humanity first;
if we held our other descriptors,
our demands about where from and why—
The Art of Not Breathing
A butterfly flicks its wings and, somewhere,
across the world you smile.
When I flip through old files, find your handwriting