Poetry
why do we live, and playing with forms
We take another step through another room in the museum, soft eyes take in another work on another wall.
Poetry
Poetry
There are worse epitaphs to earn than one
of bold Phaethon, but also better, victory won.
Poetry
january, february, march
So much can change in three months, long enough for days to blur together, if you don’t stop to count them. Is it twenty Saturdays…
Poetry
Fuck.
I wrote a haiku
Poetry
Odi et amo,
Jealous Sunday nights that won’t release me into Monday morning.
Poetry
The infinite distance between thinking and feeling.
Our thoughts don’t see the opposite shore. Lost over the horizon, we find no answers.
Poetry
the Paris Review (Sep 2020)
She arrives at my door without warning, never totally unexpected, always a pleasant surprise. I welcome her in, barely able to conceal my…
Poetry
À trois
The devil invented French to give name to my desire,
Poetry
of the ox and the lion, I am certainly a lion. But I admire the ox, and am grateful for his help.
You can’t force genius but you can set the table for it and invite it in.
Poetry
imagine the river of humanity spread out before you
in one direction is splayed all people that exist with you in the now
Poetry
Today I ran to the ocean
And I reminded it of who I am,
Poetry
untitled 1.1.19
I want to enjoy the best that the world has to offer But the world does not owe me anything I must be worthy of the best