it breaks and turns the beautiful blue tide the pin is loosed the load recedes.

Something works its way back, a splinter resurfacing through skin, a double headed serpent. Sometimes there is a cry of longing for the...

The four horsemen ride out of my radio. Stepping into the darkness they walk with me, slowing. Together we stop to admire the crown of...

daily I pulse, a force shatters out a force pulls back.

the street has a tide, the current flows, some don't see the cracks in the pavement, others walk only along them.

you are waiting for me to sing with you. my mind is looking for the words my body is looking for the tune have patience.

Some things don’t get thrown away you are layered into this room, your practicing disguises, flirtations with self, a grappling with...

All migrants are welcome. with the tide or against the tide.

I grow with the greening of moss, the last window i need to watch planting my body and the seeds of my teeth feeling the day slip into...

the ochre tree steps back into its winter self. It meets me anew asking am I not the same? I halt to search for my former selves, Trying...

luckily there are different worlds available.