O! A lightness, sightless and bold: oh, its tightness in these moments foretold. How did I do? Who did we fare? This cataclysmic motion, caught…
Hour upon hours will I wait for the day that my minutes are due, my second delay to reach new impediments more easily swayed than…
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 fish that swam with legs in a standing…
Poetry for prowess: let me number the days before sight takes hold, before light makes ways into this matter of import, exporting the folds of…
Did you catch it, that squall of a nuptial bed? The acorns’ flew to mountains overhead keen to be laughing it off, our bounteous ridge…
Each gulp of death casts its moment deep into gullies, gaps like torrents easing into place; appeasing this space with the rhythms exchange, not long dormant…
I do not know why I write these songs tonite– the sun-shining Light beneath these lumbering tides– but still I see, still I rhyme: an…
Ring us evenly in this final coming, the next beginning of a fish unwinding its languidity out, its electric spin running through the waves as…