Category Archives: machines

La Mer est la Mère

Always, toujours….I have dreamt…the Nile flowing Northward, against the pull of gravity Free as the heart that soars above inequity…the cormorant disappears into the sea…a black ghost free from the battle which ensues above unbeknownst to this ghost, the human

La Mer est la Mère

Always, toujours….I have dreamt…the Nile flowing Northward, against the pull of gravity Free as the heart that soars above inequity…the cormorant disappears into the sea…a black ghost free from the battle which ensues above unbeknownst to this ghost, the human

For love and spring

have you ever taken a dive into the unknown without the fear of what it meant tainting your journey? Have you let yourself slip away to a place so far from grace you thought you would be lost forever to

For love and spring

have you ever taken a dive into the unknown without the fear of what it meant tainting your journey? Have you let yourself slip away to a place so far from grace you thought you would be lost forever to

The Watchman

you say something everyday to someone who exists they move through your words like sand through a sieve and come out the otherside a little better or worse depending on your course and she takes it with her like a

The Watchman

you say something everyday to someone who exists they move through your words like sand through a sieve and come out the otherside a little better or worse depending on your course and she takes it with her like a

This Morning

I am trying to feel renewed, I am searching for rejuvenation If I sought not these things I would feel the loss that is ever-growing as the distance through time expands and I feel that we are never to know

This Morning

I am trying to feel renewed, I am searching for rejuvenation If I sought not these things I would feel the loss that is ever-growing as the distance through time expands and I feel that we are never to know

Father Farther

  Years are man’s measure to order we must align they post signs along roads which infiltrate our minds you clutch to the comfort of these measurements and count the days as though you can hold on to them but

Father Farther

  Years are man’s measure to order we must align they post signs along roads which infiltrate our minds you clutch to the comfort of these measurements and count the days as though you can hold on to them but

Gadget/Widget

the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety

Gadget/Widget

the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety