Tanto

My kanji is written on stone lilies. My decoupage on’yomi is Han on macaroni canyons. Or a gutter edge.

Dissidence in Retrograde

“Sycophantic psychosis isn’t the problem apparently. No, it seems that the REAL problem is the bi- product or the symptoms of the bi-product It seems that metaphorical yes men living inside a culture’s consciousness produces a sense of innate inferiority and then couples it with a sense of grandiose ambition. As a such there are […]

Caesuras

Smoke waits. It is deliberate and so eager for stale diffusion into corners of the pure chest and the tainted chest alike. Hover is too passive for the ephemeral air, Malicious too active. A choke yet also fluid that stiffens blood the slower suffocations. For those who know its familiar burn it casually relaxes in […]

Cicada Cereal

Sometimes windows aren’t. Nor do wings mean freedom – when they’re crunchy. Trench claws gesture between songs of your voice and moon rise pain. The maw, so gently tugging taste buds from mourning tongue – cuts off sad truth. I […]

Progeny Swarms

When tribes congregate for warmth in the unlit cobblestone egresses Versailles moves unimpeded to Somer’s Island. And Spokane. The purposed and the possessed seek endings for stories their ancestors remembered so well but forgot to tell their sad progeny why. The traumatic span of Lavinia sings, exchanging generations for seasons of sight and […]