Patterns of Commonplace Words
The known and the unknown, truth and fiction, seen and unseen, something and nothing, it’s a cruel calculus that passes …
The known and the unknown, truth and fiction, seen and unseen, something and nothing, it’s a cruel calculus that passes …
The latest version of me is wondering how to feel at the end of this chain. It’s like sitting in …
It is impossible to find the beginning again, but still, we need something new, something like the beginning, again and …
We are born bewildered, with the crutch of obsession, into this mysterious algorithm of existence, this churning system of our …
Everything is on hold, wisps of smoke, clouds, fog, mist. The still morning air is a ruthless shade of gray. …
When I was a child I was a wind-up toy searching for the great secret: how to see past the …
It is dark as radar here, with nothing more than a sense of where we are, and this rattling breath …
After George Oppen A constant weight on the Earth, restless angels with absolute desires. Our savage hearts beat with fantasies …
Knowledge is of sorrow, boredom, ecstasy, the weather, -watching the storm clouds approach like ideas that never quite arrive or …
A thought, planted like a symptom, rises to the top, another thought suffocates under the weight. This is an uncertain …