At seven o’clock I brewed some coffee, waiting for it to finish, I stared at leftover pizza— I decided to eat straight from the box —like beautiful birds of old, or like the mouth of a miracle. It was now Tuesday. Standing in the kitchen, a lonely water drop rippled in the sink. The first […]Read more "Ordinary Tuesday Morning"
crickets every night outside my windowRead more "Crickets"
roads are extending from perception and helping to arrange the tree and the sidewalk into a hand for the insects to still be able to carry on as if uninterrupted as if undisrupted the sun continues on and the earth and all the planets as if it all adds up to the arrangement of dictation […]Read more "What About Bees"
there’s no need to drop a coin of encyclopedias down the possibility of retention-channels, no one knows if they’ll then be able to see as it is hard to understand unsuitable clouds filled with operative showcases displaying ornamentation, and even these profound palpable conveniences, aren’t necessarily the importance of vitality as it unshrinks water sapped […]Read more "Resistance"
wake up to this grey day breaking dream’s seams before they become too wall-ish suffocating the sandwich before it becomes cheese melted the squirm in brain-room guts all over the wall the insect barely escaped and there’s no escape-hole in breathing human experience tonight roommate eats with previous care-giver cell phone off but on call […]Read more "Morning of July 8th"