Doors To Elsewhere

There is a door in the music; 
a door in the cloud; 
a door in the eye of a cat; 
 
and they are all connected to the same…

Writing it out

It’s the writing of it that helps,
not the reading — nor the re-reading.
But to know you’ve excavated then
isolated it — tweezered…

Love is very strange

I say the word Love
until it doesn’t make sense
and loses all meaning:

(Cult)ure

A reflection on reaching the edge of culture and inventing your own path.

Unempty Places

A disagreement over-the-phone left by the sea

Guardian Angel

I often send texts to myself.
Little ideas and mysteries.
Curiosities and musings.
Secret thoughts.
Perhaps the way a long shadow of…

Feet First

I tried getting born into this world feet first.
I didn’t want it. I had to be cut out.
I’ve never quite fit. Most people and
institutions…

Pockets

My pockets full of night

my hands always returning.

Lose it all

The more money I have,

the more worried I get.

Play the Wind of the Tree

If you were to take a cross-section of a tree-trunk so it became a wooden disc with concentric rings, it would…