Happenstance Summer dreams all fly in a glitter of dustUnder drama the pile grows staleSeries of ages to walk throughSome happy, some sadSome drama piles on the sadnessAglitter the lashes flutterSome dreams grow by stagesAglitter the trauma fades inSome dreams leap by boundsA recollection drifts down the pipe, bursting into flames;Speculation rings you upA tremulous […]
Category: Poetry
Stories
These layersof old woundspile upand in a weak momenterupt CollapsingA series of firesA nod to the angelsA truckful of illusions Untold storiesripple out across the waterupsetting the bobbing flotsamin a left-handed kind ofSilence From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic https://store.bookbaby.com/book/synaptic-syntactic Available direct from my #BookBaby store as well as on major platforms such as #Amazon#BarnesAndNoble#iBooks […]
Tearing Away
Tearing Away Doctors were unable to assistStop. Please Stop. Please Advise.Walking, you jump into the poolWe tear the bleating awayWe tear the tears awayWe tear the mothers awayWe shift into gear From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic https://store.bookbaby.com/book/synaptic-syntactic Available direct from my BookBaby store as well as on major platforms such as Amazon, Barnes & […]
Revoke
The superego all unchangedThe limit of life was discoveredThe limit of life was distraughtNot to be seen, he lived out his lifeYour pieces were falling to shardsYour shards were falling to splintersUngranted, revoke the rightsRevoke what is true and holyRevoke what you knew and what didn’tRevoke the penalties and pricesRevoke what lies in your heart […]
Correspondences
Trickster spirits come dancingThe symbol of a sticky situationUnmentionableCategories of things sift into conspiraciesEverything is a symbol of something else From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and Kobo, as well as direct from my BookBaby store. Featured image source material: photo by Dustin Belt […]
Acknowledgement to Juliana Spahr for the influence of her book “Well Then There Now”
Some info on stylistic influences on his 2017 book, ‘Synaptic Syntactic’, particularly a book by Juliana Spahr called Well Then There NOw. The characters’ names of ‘We all the Small Ones’ and ‘Demonoid Picotent’ were derived from Spahr’s work. Talk on the use of repetition and distorting texts using machine translations.
Transient Formation of Flock of Multiconsciousness’ Islets
AI Summary is Nice: The text ambiguously gives an account of a group referred to as ‘We the People’ interacting with each other and the world around them. It suggests they are interconnected and interdisciplinary beings who navigate complex conceptual and physical landscapes while formulating theories and manipulating time. The narrative is abstract, fragmented, and filled with symbolic and philosophical expressions.
Cryptogram of Cosmic Glue (excerpt)
[…] methodically scribbling, we take for our alpha the zero point void, construct via anti-sense entangling photons, up is down & down is sideways & sideways is topwise & topwise is looking-glass-ways; : What Spirit? World Spirit!! Enduring ever, even if the land people burn out the globesphere & the dolphin people, even so, Mother Gaia, & Spider Mother, they grow a new intelligence; it is as Star Goddess made them; […]
We
We wake in the morning, or at noon, or the witching hour, rising, sick, or sleepy, or hurried. We make our preparations and take our medications, black coffee, nicotine, whiskey rocks, what have you, running and walking dogs, herding children and scooping after cats. There is no tomorrow, only this synthetic ‘morning’, whatever hour it […]
entwine well moon (v4)
disassemble your partswhat are you in there?The Jenga tower of nervy pieceschain reaction machineThe phonemes bind togetherwith fitful flowing notionsas keening winds of chatterWith no more time permitted -unscrew the hunger- and get No answer-just the ringing empty- ascending skyward, vinesentwining ‘round the moonagainst the cold of nothingShining, gazing downhurling unsought solaceThere is no promise […]
Lost in Mist 