Should I start again where I left off? Lift all the loose threads up to braid a poem? Am I suffocating myself with this systematic whirlpool...

A huge weight of heat wakes me as I choke for air. A blanket of flames wraps my feet, my clothes, everything around me is on fire. I run nak...

I don't write a text I write a body with a skin and bones underneath, A life. I don't write a text I write an object, With a ...

The truer reason Feeling spoken with true feeling Were a word Always as combined reason With truer reason a word feeling

Back behind the surface is the substance of imagination, a pure shapeless stuff, sort of like a nothing but like an everything too.

He was swung into the Land of Night by his toes, and was gently flipped right-side-up with his blanket covering him. He could see that outsi...

The current vision has a placid surface, but a vicious side cutting undertow, with tame curls flipping away, down at the bottom a low watt c...

so, so, so, dress down long shadows so, cry out mournfully and unsurely tame honestly I honestly, sputter a deep dreary sound, among sensele...

a wonderful wind opens up a moment of vision a glimpse into an abyss where from a warbling breath rises from the listless blackness a shapel...

Dragging the bottom, drifting along through, the lowest basement of sleep, memories fall from above, iridescent alien creatures from a tiny ...

In the world of what if's any idea you can have may be confirmed or validated with an active imagination. Figurative speech is a double ...

Languagey is meledy, Sensual is driving, Good sense is drowning.

The history of art is silence. The art of history is silence. The silence of art is history. The art of silence is history. The silence of h...