Wolfing Where
Tomorrow explodes. Yesterday downloads. Today erodes. He is plugged into a Warewolf experiential remix engine and time is splintering into instances that he can’t add
Up And Out From Down And Under
Cock crows. Second sun in the sky. Ravens and angels are wheeling around through each others flight paths, while magpies drop to pick at the
2020 in Politics
I will be 45 in 2020. I do not mean I am going to transform into Trump — that will be my age. I am
New Maps, Not Knew Maps
The year end gets log-jammed with Best Ofs and obituaries. It can be a weird mix of nostalgia and grief, and I am not sure I
each move meant
hung in some grey anatomy our contrapunto angulature these compliments to build ninety degrees edging into three sixty we will come full circle traversing the
Keep On Writing
I am writing in different ways and in different places at the moment, but I am keeping it in. Nanowrimo was a little bit of
trashcan whine
volume breaks apart the rhythm i come in like william carlos williams or bukowski turning into a skid on a good day more like doggerel
Whizz Dumb
I live inside a parable. I sit atop a mountain and people come and seeks wisdom from me. I write greetings cards and fortune cookies.