Regrettable Irreverence

— To thee, two thousand and twenty I bequeath this ubiquitous lament To thee, most egregious year Beloved little betrayer Darling in thy discontent To thee and thine, I leave only this Of malice, a regrettable irreverence And fleeting, though it be On the Eve of thy completion Let it be agreed We died, on […]

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there was/is no grid

My newest video-clip montage is an unapologetic exploration of the strange and fascinating relationship between anatomy and technology. There are so many parallels – both breathtaking and unsettling at times. Even nature is a machine. ||featured song: “Cascades” by Metric ||featured image: “Sexy Robot 8” by Hajime Sorayama Disclaimer: I own neither the rights to […]

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Hello, hello…

— Behold, little darlings, my newest lo-fi aesthetic video collage set to the beautiful (and achingly romantic) track ‘Dreary Moon’ by Big Black Delta. This one is so very special to me. I’ve included various nods to places, scenes and beings that have inspired me over the years: Record players. Flowers. Johnny Cash. Spirals. Storms. […]

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We All Fall Down

“Mother nature is a serial killer, no one’s better, more creative, but like all serial killers, she can’t help the urge to want to get caught.” – World War Z   Dearest Friends and Enemies, As I’m sure we are all coming to realize: the world is collectively losing it’s proverbial shit. In real time. And with […]

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The Audacity of Shells

(Poet’s note: Comments were accidentally turned off on this piece. Apologies! It’s fixed!) — Blessed are the incidental and capricious Artless in their embryonic buoyancy Contrarian cocoons in their disparaging drifts Antagonists of the tide Vying for vespertine dreams Dead to rights, in menial defiance Of the complex and autonomous centrifugal Antithetical to the anchors […]

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mecca

Time bleeds and eventually We become the archaeologist’s dream We become mecca So few ever realizing That we are the discoveries Inherent of a rare planet On this serious earth We are the buried treasures Born of stars and roving eyes Of pleasures impregnable Inconceivable to the ants Massacred in droves With each bare footed […]

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Death to Lust

Elegy to fantasies, proven false— Awoken in the clemency of dawn A jagged horizon doused with vagrant elegance The sun pours itself without a hint of contempt For the repetition of cosmic chore Fragmenting through umber drapes A muddied hypnosis, box fan billowing Coquettish, butterfly kissing The splinters of a sagging windowsill Oriel crop dusted […]

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Because it isn’t words.

A person who thinks all the time Has nothing to think about except thoughts So – he loses touch with reality And lives in a world of illusions By thoughts I mean specifically Chatter in the skull Perpetual and compulsive repetition Of words, of reckoning and calculating   I’m not saying that thinking is bad […]

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to the wild

Here it comes Soliloquy of the sun A sacred iteration of physics Mocking the pain of the Phoenix Ascending an eastern River Styx Mired in lackadaisical drift Sonnet of a bonfire star Never as near as it is far  Baptized in the finality Of western skies Lulled by an emergence Of fireflies As above / so below […]

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tale of a tributary heart

the grieving heart on my pale sleeve with it’s black veil and cameo locket obscuring it’s delicate elegies pinned with sprigs of sage recollections faintly billowing like bittersweet incense it’s ashes enshrined lovingly in poetry a dainty rosary  clutched to breast each glass bead, an ode to the deep, velvet pain framed in the futility of mourning – a. […]

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dear dionysus

if only you knew  about the letters I’d written in my head to no one in particular also to someone  and maybe, even a few  were addressed to you in torrential ballpoint scarlet letter ‘A’ for ‘April’ or ‘Antigone’ and possibly ‘arsenic’, or ‘annihilation’ all those words are interchangeable, anyway my filigree cursive bleeds with […]

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The Chase

The hunt had ended Once the conceit of the cornets had ceased The shrill staccato of French horns Silenced by the day’s defeats As had the deeply throated howls From a once-frenzied pack of hounds Joyless from the journey’s futilities A parade of downtrodden canine In languid retreat Their consolations culling in the faint outline Of […]

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l’attraction

the terrible audacity of attraction slinging it’s irrevocable arrows subtly pretending to possess an aim that’s indiscriminate  as it makes exquisite  of the previously non-descript it’s a ludicrous conspiracy, really— written in our biology, indelibly as much a curse as it is a remedy attraction and it’s maddening laws need not for humanity’s consent  a […]

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