Showing posts from November, 2014

Empty Hands / Full Hands

His Anger Pitted Against the World

Motion Your Wings

From the Laptop's Blue Screen

Soft Pornography of Wikipedia

Wasps, Hornets, Bees, and Needles

Dancing Mania and Cicada Shells

The Text Keeps Unfolding Itself

As an Afterthought

lunging once more— the same mile

At night my vision blurs

50 to 25 / 2014 to 1989 [in progress]

The hum of blood is thick in my ears tonight.

Brendan Woke Early

My self-imposed exile is over.