Spans
And yet. And a poem wants to live here, at the seam: Skin contains. Skin reads. Skin displays. Skin mediates. The gutter is a skin.…
And yet. And a poem wants to live here, at the seam: Skin contains. Skin reads. Skin displays. Skin mediates. The gutter is a skin.…

The body is where it all starts, and where it all ends. A philosophy of body, tested against a sketchbook sequence, a life drawing practice, and a layer-averaging script that runs on the same photographs the hand is drawing from.
(Quick dash before breakfast on a new poem) I've been thinking about the nature of seeing, and of being seen. About the intense and delicate…
Objectification and vulnerability. How easily both can revolt, be judged. And yet. Objectivity and sensitivity. Razor on skin. Keen against tense. Friction - flow. Against…
"The dog’s name was a story you told in a single breath, a slithering, impossible thing starting with a wet nose and ending, somehow, in…
“A tool dreamt it was a poet. A poem pretended not to notice.” One line from a long-running conversation. One poem among many. *query/Respond* emerged…
we pick-up-sticks steal fire draw carbon on the wall / what magic quill to have found in this mirror-mirror-on-the-wall / who the ink-well -- who…
`Anarchisms.myREADME.md` // A personal fork. // For navigating the maculate design. `DEFINITION` Anarchism: a pragmatic design, to hold a fragile, virtuous line. Not nihilism’s null,…
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The Atlas-task remains: to see the lens while monsters born of null build their defense on grand narrative.js, declaring True, and sanction rage against the…
In the Crisis Year of Our Choosing, July Fourth Preamble When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for a people to sever…