Without Title

When this was begun, it was without title. Without title. Beyond such things as poem or post, log or blog. No ink stained paper mounted to flap in the breeze. For you see, I awoke this afternoon with...

Victims Aren\’t We All

victim (n.) late 15c., “living creature killed and offered as a sacrifice to a deity or supernatural power,” from Latin victima “person or animal killed as a sacrifice.” Perhaps distantly connected...

Akephaloi

I We have no head But still we speak With tongues of fire With blood and scale And feather and iron We swim upstream Seeking sweet sources Of honey and ash, The golden liquor brewed In the marrow of...

Nobody said.

Nobody said That it would be easy to know The texture of the kosmos down to its finest grain. Nobody said it would be gentle Or that you would be free That you would slip your chains with ease, With...