Somehow
I beg you not to think of me Or all I hoped I'd be Doesn't matter how you tried To all the ones who died Don't think of what you could have done If I'd have been someone We all have our destined time I'm sorry you saw mine We hope...
Canyons
I feel not your agony as you do It strikes me across the canyon And I can't help but stagger, overwhelmed My empathy is a buttress Built from your tragedy (Pray forgive me) There's little I can do across this divide I know you not...
Simplify Yourself In These Ways
Oh, friend \_ \_ If you have never heeded me before \_ \_ \_ \_ I beg you \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ Heed me now \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ Though I must break your heart This world is not built to be perceived \_ \_ It is more complicated and simple...
Firefox - Chapter 1 - Thirty-Seven
FIREFOX CHAPTER 1 "Thirty-seven" Thirty-seven. That's how many clusters of wreckage Wolf O'Donnel could see at the moment. Clusters large enough to be classified as anything other than space dust. Ten minutes ago, it had been thirty-two....
Forgive Me, Art
I never want to destroy my art. But I must. Concept must be cracked, shorn, mashed, cut, and shattered, if it is ever to be reality. It is not, precisely, the worry that the product will not be as good as it might. It is...
We Foxes and Witches
There's a lot of confusion and generalization of the terms "puritan" and "witch hunt". The puritans left England because it was too woke and politically correct, and they believed if they could just make a society where everyone was ideologically...
Silver Grapevines
Silver Grapevines Have I lost love? I'd rather be the loser than the lost I asked of you, Which would you rather? I listened for so long Keep it simple, Nice and simple, It's not as happy as you think It's becoming my worst...
2024-09-03
It feels hard to just exist, lately. So many people who are barely holding on. So many people who...aren't holding on, any more. I'm still in a wretched limbo where I don't know where I stand, and to find out, I have to wait for a court...
Is this poetry? I'm unsure.
So long ago my Art History professor asked the class why does one make art? My response is engraved into my very soul deeply and clearly. I raised my hand and answered "To Be Understood." It is such painful and exquisite irony that she said...