One for sorrow Two for fear Red for flesh Blue for tears White for lies Stripes for bars Don’t forget to count the stars


You look. You look like someone. You look like someone I used. You look like someone; I used to. You look like someone I used to know. You look like someone. I used to know who. You look like someone… I used to know who cares. You look. Like someone I used to know, who […]


you arrive screaming what a terrifying thing infinite potential for harm and kindness more screaming, more and more, at all hours like you know about this place already I, on behalf of the shattered then partially and insufficiently reconstructed planet, apologize what suffering will you cause, alleviate, survive and who will you blame? completely dependent […]


trucks trailers and campers keep right I steer none of these but I move anyway the right side of the bridge to see a brief, uninterrupted expanse where sea and cosmos merge the sun cannot draw a line here calling it the horizon fire and earth create such anchors water and air are for floating […]

Silhouettes Exist, Though They Are Not the Thing Itself

This morning I was driving to work at first lightPondering art in my morning commuteCommitting myself to attempting to paint some dayConsidering shapes and colorsSettling on a light yellow fade to light blue, punctuated with silhouettes I thoughtbecause of the paleness of the sky, perhaps I could create this drawingwith a sponge or a cloth rather than […]

Dream Analysis

What to make of this series? Clouds, stars, disappearing, wish fulfillment, storms, dancing. It’s all just phantasmagoria. but sometimes I wonder if my mind is constantly trying to remind me in my sleep not to care too much not to be too much not to say too much when I awaken

the second

I was standing in the doorway that led to the kitchens at my high school on a good day, when teachers sent us to lunch on-time, that’s where we may get in line on bad days, they let us out too late and we wound up in (and down and around) the adjoining halls I […]

the first

I was standing outside on a hill surrounded by people who were staring at the sky pointing up shouting “there’s mine!” and “there’s yours!” enthusiastically I looked up everywhere, picturesque white clouds the kind that look like luxury and comfort but I learned later in life would actually only feel cold and slightly wet against […]


it’s pouring this year I mean today I mean this year as it goes sometimes last year everything dried up everyone everywhere was parched this year, it all flooded back in and then some we may grumble have to change our clothes and our lives but I don’t mind all this weathering with you let’s […]

Therapy Poem 2: Pessimism

Pessimism is one of the hardest forms of suffering. Pessimism is unassuaged by goodness. Pessimism looks a gift horse in the mouth and then punches it. – Pessimism insists on calling badness inevitable and constant and then making it such to perpetuate itself. Pessimism does not allow space for the possibility of improvement. Pessimism rebuffs […]

works of fire

the sky shattered and tiny pixels rained down blinking and hissing nearby another burst sent waves of gems across thickening layers of smoke evening reports creatures of the locale tuned in, keyed up, screeched back we did know light could deafen having seen and heard storms but who knew black sand from the earth could […]