Inside the air I see a need to speak, straight through backwardness, and in a very indistinct way I see a way through the words.

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A golden rage in August, the risk of skipping off the surface, how to learn to begin. The Depth of Paper

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I look for myself in my bookshelf.  I look for myself in my rumpled covers and tossed aside pillows. I look for myself in my laundry.   I...

An inhalation, a hummmmm, The street desert at midnight in streetlight, The middle tone, the pause to breathe, Then gentle words goodnigh...

An inhalation, a hummmmm, The street desert at midnight in streetlight, The middle tone, the pause to breathe, Then gentle words goodnigh...

Tightly coiled spirals of semantic madness wheeling out like spaghetti every which way. A mad wanderer explores the sea, and charts the un...

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