Today at Golden Hour I stared straight into the Sun orange like henna in white hair The cataract of August humidity across its eye, I turned away quickly A warning whispered in my ear "Look and you will die." But false hope lies in careless implication Look or not, the astral face of God will … Continue reading August


Relics can be Bones that held Together, exoskeleton: A camera initiated In the summer of hate A serving tray bought In Town - You visited with Your daughter The thermos you drank Tea in, with ritual like it was the Body of Christ, containing wine, mixed with Your blood Relics can be old CD towers, … Continue reading Particle


When it's my time I want to know: what it feels like There are opportunities for second chances, but this isn't one. I want to know what it was like, before the morphine drip, dripping And the rockabye easing out I woke up in the world screaming What is it like to end?