Interdimensional Train Stop Blues
t’s difficult not to see the world rolling on a pair of tracks. As a train, clanking slowly, monotonously through the backsides of countless towns…
For Arne Næss
all those folks trying to make sense of the world remember tulips grow tulips sensing the world remember to grow world tuliping folks made nonsense remembering the world tulips sensed non dewing no weep tulips growed on ashes without us
Mandylion
It all turns to vapor. The woman in black and blue dressed like she’s going. Memory’s a breath That heaves through the mind’s organ and sets it singing. Here’s the censor, here’s the cross, Here’s the night’s spirit, the streetlight pooling below like a portal to this exact now to these exact words from those…
On the Shoulders of Giants 