Onryō

“To reemerge, sacrificed and scarified, from beyond.” A Tash poem.

Red Dreams & Flowers

Once, from innocence, twice, headlong into a misadventure.

Weather Like Us

How much trouble is this weather?
The pouring rain upon
the waving red flags, and

Thoughts From The Cloud 24/08

I still find Medium to be a relatively tricky platform to use, as a poet. There are some aspects that I admire, such as the avoidance of AI articles, but the payment pricing for short articles/poems still bugs me. I am not looking to purchase a vehicle with whatever earnings I…

That’s Thunder

No one ever says that
thunder only rolls once,

Cornwallis Pier

A trio of fishermen, nearby,
noisy and beaming — 
luck, today, had been a tardy lady
even for the already patient.

Why Would I Stop

“Why would I stop, when I am untouchable.” A Tash poem.

Abridged To Paradise

I don’t know why it’s a given,
to have a hill on which to die,
when I have another couch to crash,
another set of wheels

It’s Nothing

So, I have nothing to say,
no affect to cultivate,
and no urbane niche to break
into —

All Dressed Up, From The Stars

The stars have faded, somewhere
beyond perception:
into the blue,
the blue