a poem — “Elephants travel to water holes along established trails. They walk in a single file, and each animal’s back feet step on the same spot as its front feet” there was a first thought and there will be a last i can only wonder if they are the same

an Elegy for Marx the Bird (03/17/2020 – 10/23/2023) — “He was little or nothing but life” - Virginia Woolf, “Death of the Moth” where did You go? i hesitate shadows and untidy piles of leaves accumulate Eros, angels, and birds all have wings to levitate but imitations of You abound: ink, drawings, stained glass, and photographs the sky flows…

“we only know which way to turn once we know which way we are facing” - Sara Ahmed the hum of a commercial aircraft softens i’m pulverized by hope two nuns, seated, sinning, got my back we all cope clouds harden into mountains from where we sit softening us as…

a poem — “The philosopher knows eternal truths; the prophet knows the univocal sense of what will come […]. The apostle, who declares an unheard-of possibility, […] properly speaking knows nothing” — Alain Badiou, Saint Paul a flaw can be both my favorite and fatal there is but one truly philosophical problem and…

a poem — the oil of the gods dripped and dropped and lathered on it’s time to reconstruct somewhat the fundamental fiction named “I” existential oils brown, breakable bottles wired into a weapon filled with nothingness but not godless armed for detonation and effort atmospheric ignition and effort life is what kills rendering itself…

a poem — on the brink of the abyss there is a bliss to be on the brink is to be enchanted by a potent myth Join The Power of Poetry. 💚 Anthology // Our birthdays. Celebrate! The Power of Poetry how to submit? [update September 2023]medium.com

a poem — fidelity shrivelled to instantaneous drivel: idioms now house divine dismissal reined in by your reign, standing in the rain, ’tis a risky resurrection: can the Truth be written? the crack of the pews as i step softly in between remorse revives what is real pale blue — cloudy and transparent —…

a poem — “Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down” — Simon & Garfunkel “I fought the current running just the way you would And now I’m stuck upstream And it’s getting harder I’m like fallingwater” — Maggie Rogers caught, taut in the eye of the storm caught, taught in…

a poem — it appears blurry when looked at too closely