Tower of Babel, ziggurat skyscraper whatever we elect to name them industrial arms of Gaia its amazing still, though— i much prefer the delible, deciduous leaves crunch and blow regrow i write poems in the water in Dallas park i sit and watch the traffic go. as much as I love the permanence of monuments, …
from the airplane
Peering through a crack in the sky, from a seat on AA2658, the enso etched by the steady hand of Amaterasu my eyes are blinded— burning tundra, mountains of lava and dust visages of red thunder rumbling soveign across the clouds. written the last time I saw my sister.
Vincent van Gogh
"I'd like to walk with you there, to find out if we see things the same way." in a letter to his brother, Theo.
A. A. Milne
Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a brigde and lean over to watch the river slowly slipping away beneath you, you'll suddenly know everything there is to be known. Whinnie the Pooh
the embarkation
"Well, that's like, your opinion man." And yeah, sure. The homeless and the glutton clumped like fried dough all doing blow, or alcohol, or music on the crossing of Auzerais and moonlight "San Jose. It's alright, at best." "Sure," I laugh, but seriously no man is an island entire unto himself . The hotel was …
Rudy Francisco
"I've been trying to convince my shadow that I'm someone worth following." "My Honest Poem"
Zora Neale Hurston
"There are years that ask questions, and years that answer." Their Eyes Were Watching God
august 17th, 2022
Here's to the final act of Covid-19, yes? For the most part, I believe people have come to the silent consensus that the remnants of the pandemic are permanent, and have created an environment we will learn to live with. I meant to spend more of those early times of quaratine writing, in any form, …
The-Bleu-Bivouac 