poem
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Generation Now
How are your check bones under the layers of flesh on your face? Does it hurt when you smile? My generation last vestige of the Cold War, bomb drill and the Red Menace, right watching live via satellite the utter collapse of what on paper was Soviet might. I was promised a world without war…
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The Beautiful Rituals
Arms flash tiny bits of skin under coats or long suit jacket sleeves – skin white, skin dark rhythmic in the regularity of forward swinging momentum. Humans walk into a building, arched entrance regimented angularity from Art Deco applique the lobby smells like arthritis cream and Irish Spring. Chatter echoes around the communal space mother…
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music=magic
Magicians play fools, using prestidigitation and axiomatic misdirection to create two legs out of a box, twitching as their body’s head goes on smiling, complacently unaware that they’re missing something down there. (possibly even something on top) its not worth worrying over. But real magic comes from musicians who play chords, scale up scales to…
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Justice
Let’s not talk about retribution or what justice means, it is an ill-defined word. Let’s not talk about victims and the horror of what they experienced. Because, what in place of revenge can fill the empty, or be a measure of hope when nothing is repairable and all broken finality? So we punish with cages and the…
The Numinous Cosmos 