I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease of mastery and the humility it gets too…
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…
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…
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my madness, your furtivity, and our stinkingly dour stoicism…
You called to tell me something about whiskey, those kinds of lessons gleaned from fermentation in the hot sun before a cold winter spent in…
When the tempest conjures, let there be just a moment where you can reflect as a movietime montage, compiled-fast into those blinking moments before you…
If the renaissance preferred eclectic, then modernity panders asklepian rites for private practice in antisepsis. A goat for a worm, a pig for a snake:…