there is no time for bones. changing skins of sex fire and other enlightened things. each springtime, whether to erase time or bare ourselves to the sun. (some people wear out their elbows that way.) mouths like wine and knives in oranges. this is the stuff of naked poetry, sayable for unsayable things. it’s like [...]
a planet steps into its shadow another dangling by surprise a single thought that precedes thought and is reborn paradise.
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 8/2/20 Woke up and took care of the caterpillars. How striking they are to look at. Such vibrant stripes of yellow, white, and green. It’s amazing how they’ve grown in the past four days, since I first discovered eight—now fourteen—little ones on a dill plant [...]
if tomorrow was fit with fairytales (we would always walk as if on sunshine) lush and ethereal like smoke on water or a skeleton made of fireflies if grace was a body and our bodies were fairytales mammoth-like and wild (eyes are snails bellies full of sand) a thought like a body in a loud [...]
time, lady, is in praise of the idea of time & the surprise of your smile is a wilderness in cruel disguise two hips, wide open to the world, a set of strong hands & thighs are great wobbling moons a sudden & intense warmth at the suggestion of romance like a lover that never [...]
well, in the beginning, i can tell you were the politics of madness worship of smog & wealth & machines fragments from the birth of a solar system the stuff that’s summoned in temples pharmaceuticals deep sea calculations & the self was a strange object see & speak & breathe obedience the passengers on the [...]
It occurred to me about two or three weeks ago that I was, perhaps, in need of a change in habits. Spurred by feelings of stress, overstimulation, and an overwhelming desire to tune out— to reclaim a firmer sense of autonomy and personal well-being during such chaotic times, a yearning for a simpler, quieter, lower [...]
to touch the earth is a sensation worth preserving, don’t you think? a central metaphor for all that is holy like the unreality of fire or a meadow full of white moons & even if the forests themselves amounted to nothing but rain, the grainy silhouette of water on water the coarseness of wine or [...]
My latest experiment in collage art, "The Search for Water."
it’s the same revival of matter anywhere you go something about what is right in our lives, sometime seldom pure, just walks in circles and searches for signals accomplishments of thinkers and pop culture revolutionaries milky generations between odd and even pulse and rewind i’m thinking subtractively, of course, cutting limitless weight, the shapes of [...]
