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