Beware of labelsthat claim to be handmade in small batches By humans, what isn’t?Is it good? Ask that instead.For God-sake is it any good?
humanity
Gemini Reflections
Is the kind of manwho feels as if he will be apprehendedby the holy ghost at any moment The kind of man who glimpses at himself20x a day in the mirrorjust to know he is there yet shrinks awaywhile shaving
Clocks
How long would the music be withoutseconds and minutes? The feeling of time is different. Put away your phones. Cover your watches.Eliminate all the telling devices. Play Japanese flutes. And ask how long the musicwill play for. How do you keep track?
Spider Bite
a kissso patient still in themouth a seedcrouching stinglessbuzzing coveredwith pink and emeraldbeadwork
NO
Frost on the ground,Condensation on the window.Maybe something brittlebroke along the way; I’ve learned there’s no such thingAs a perfect triangleAnd now there doesn’t seemThat much to say. Between seasons,Colours indistinct,Painted life in shadesNot quite of grey, No stone to be castBetween guilt and innocence,And now there doesn’t seemThat much to say. Water on the […]
To Leave Something Behind
is our first religion our most primeval ritual to be remembered by those who have been nearly forgotten is the holiest experience
Scene From a Shaker Cemetery
The unmarkedtombstones leavean impression The elemental needto tell someonethat you were here The same reason the cave people in Lascaux wrote on walls The eternal battle betweensimplicity and pride the primal urge to leave a mark on the earth, and the spiritualquest to disappear entirely
I Exist
I am garbagewhite trash a categoryother than my skin I am wastedall of the time with the passing of the centuries a fruitfly intriguedby love
A Time of Survival
Carried in handwoven Amish wicker baskets from the root cellarlike pickled garlicsealed in mason jars with yellow Ginghamfabric toppersthe world needs poems.
Cyberspace
had a way of telling us we could never have it better in this light, in your liver, the future became unusually gentle a machine deitya bronze mirrora moment of medicine and voices and teachings and sentience upon the trillions of piles of earth.