Update: Nifty stop motion I did with a whiteboard in 2013 just uploaded. 1 minute, with homebaked ambient music: youtu.be/rJ291m0vyzM
No Logical Closure
trickery, trickery, trickery . . . yet nothing in your mind is so certain ; ] ; ] everyone (%) misses and overlooks everything they see . . . / / / there is no logical closure : : there is no end to possibility : : there is no impossibility whatsoever : : any […]
Breakdown \ Collapse
Insomnia – Twitter sends you regards, Yet – no – place in the head for love In the true nature, You become other than your wishes \ \ f a l l i n g . . . to a place you remember well, But had not expected to return so easily They – L […]
The One Thing that Never Ceases
∑ < • { : e – e : } • > ∫ People run in with machetes and sacks of ball bearings / / People have visions of transformation of their world / / / / People are left with no choice but to fall under spells / / / / / / People let go […]
In time
In time you will recover In time you will know peace In time all weather changes In time the series comes to an end In time change shakes out your differences In time your mind reflects and, well, ‘it coulda been worse…’
6 Postcards – 3-29-2016
Poetic Postcards on WordPress 531ST CARD From a Louisville KY Poet —— In the springlines of the bounce, the fractal geo- metries, ever shifting, found their momentary join, and two people with slightly different memories and histories switched places across universes across the low energy gradient. But none was the wiser. —— Sent to a […]
Aftermath
Feeling morose In the aftermath Even with enough sleep Depleted Like so much uranium The zing is missing But I hunt it, Each muddy hoof print at a time In the angels of his better natureI know this adversity is for a reasonBut being always on the receiving end of it,I find it cruel I […]
Announcement
“Fully lived fantasy lives in the first person literal will be expressly permitted within the confines of the game network and appropriate external effects.’ -From the nights and days work. The diluvian spidersilk was spun into finer more branching thread than before or since. Look for it in physical and probably open source form in […]
But See Disclaimer
BUT SEE DISCLAIMER We all the small ones dreamed of our deaths We dreamed of our deaths and in the rambling of picotant demonoid heard of our ways and means We all the small ones were not frightened Death is but a return of consciousness to the great, a scattering of photons We the elaborate […]
Lost in Mist 