I don’t speak of myself using a second or third person narrative. When my heard voices do it it, the decentring will muddy the waters of stable apperception.  If this experience is subsumable as substance then in a ploy for… Continue reading

[       ] Sat down and seeing. This light in this room. Reminiscent of something unexperienced. An acquaintance in an art gallery. Same optical granularity of light. The alluded doesn’t exist. It’s dark night outside the gallery. This index… Continue reading

This time I will delace loosen b&w imprint under heavy moon belly full white sharp host bright but massive Letting the halo go to my head though no dear letter to cities or art history in quarto books. The water… Continue reading

It’s said that you can never know the one you are in loving relationship with. A profound and correct point but has research come to this sacrifice? In a day I can write all the thoughts I have and note… Continue reading

The scar is often metaphor for tender life experience displayed. Encompassing the badge of courage and of simple indelible unhideable fact. The prior wounding turns over like a motor. The scar here has compression and linear power. A motor without… Continue reading

Belong to the anthemic the confabulation the fabric and observation of rule and its flexing and propriety and the I made it through What about you? I slide between the cracks of external and public.   The good life is… Continue reading

A face can’t display divisions multiplying the decanate visiting in volume, flooding a room and request for response. They will bare teeth roughly to bite. They will melt like gold, they will observe, picking like quick pincers pinching across green… Continue reading

The undecidable sparkle of neck to temple to mouth roof and hair over the eyes. The meteoric dust and the factory pharmaceuticals, all signatories observed. Take the risk lightly without boon or swearing on life support itself. Desiring sans topology… Continue reading

Here I haven’t written because I scratch Not familiar With alcohol’s belly And local fine credit Even among the finest of those who wander my side of the wall. Im soaked through with antiseptic for years, for the forces in… Continue reading

Written in winter to establish a history that does well without me but invite you for treaty of long course, divot-love presumes green, bank, sand. Landings were society walls and line perfects. The difference why I won’t weep, the west… Continue reading