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The Great Way
preference itself is the koan
On Leaving Sao Miguel
You did not invent the volcano.
leftover lasagna
everything ends in leftover lasagna
Voltage
Some distances can’t be closed.
Plan B
I have an idea.
Myths of Becoming
Some things cradle you just long enough to teach you how to walk again. Some things are only there to steady your step until the road shows up again.
Field Notes from the Mustang Cafe
just off the main road, camouflaged by time and biscuits.
Controlled Burn
dog-eared copy of being and nothingness on her milk thighed too decent to sully, but i want what i see,
Data
they orbit one another
SubText
The eclipse is leaking.
Dust
rude, perhaps, but honest
Shakerag
the experience is bigger than the phenomenon
New Leaf
It’s time for me to embrace:
Math Demands
We're all rogue planets
Entanglement
we're all rogue planets
Requirement
emptiness and form consummated their illegal marriage
Witching Hour
At times the universe works in your favor, At times against.
a lover's prayer
it must weave dark promise with inchoate angst, in strands. like dna. like hair of the madonna.
The Myth of the Completed Self
We were told a story.
exile
memory is a cruel architect.
Juxta
the echo of desire
Black
you used to wear black on nights you debated the moon
Calliope
watching me change colors
light bends
gate, gate, paragate om.
I Am Not Here
something inside me refuses to die.
Soup Can
Questions linger as the circus ends.
Tower
you can’t punch a wave, kiddo
Polite Apocalypse
She is the ellipsis that lingers after the last text you didn’t send
Apolonia Station
Indecision is a soggy trail blanket.
Between C-Sharp and D-Flat
Anna listens with her elbows.
Cindy Lou
You wanna know why I crawl through other people’s trash?
Athena At Sunset
magic is wizard’s work.
Substrate Two
Before words There is being.
Thanksgiving Morning (2022)
I am overcome with sweet surrender, with my brimming cup of laughs and tears. with my imprecise memory. with my addled understanding.
Twirl
blame the singularity
Return
she has a patience that terrifies me