I love it when things are chaotic, but sometimes I go into cleaning frenzies. It’s kind of like those weird foaming at the mouth, screaming, dancing trance things medicine men go into when they’re trying to be spiritual, except I put all that energy to use tidying up and making things perfect. Bet you didn’t…
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We have made a tree today
{This was written during my Donne phase (that I will never fully be able to leave behind).} We have made a tree today Planted in the sky, that when we die, soiled Death might fly, and rot might humbly float away. Tangles dangle in the clouds, tubey roots kept smooth and white. No black soil…
So much social justice….
MAN: a sketch
His skin is tan and sweat streams down his face, transforming his collarbones into reservoirs and bronzing his face in a copper mask with the help of its compatriot, the sun. Standing with bare toes gripping the sandstone, he releases one side of the window to hold his hand like a visor as he squints…