My I

Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…

Lightness, sightless.

O! A lightness, sightless and bold: oh, its tightness in these moments foretold. How did I do?…

Moving through motions of a new moon casting out light from the evenings’ outlasting eclipses of the…

If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’…

Signalling hours of calming begets, in quiet times, a louder redress as you walk out the room,…

I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease…

For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how…

Koyaanisqatsi, it seems, la vida de extremos, exploitation gone astray leaving only peace.

If notions of oceans acidify our eggs, either poaching undone or reprimandingly, we will cast out the…

Poetry for prowess: let me number the days before sight takes hold, before light makes ways into…