Aging in Placelessness
Here I am, and I don’t know who I am. Everything is so different from who it was before.
A funny thing happened to me on the way to the homeless shelter.
I was walking down Martin St. when I encountered the spirit of Stevie Nicks, who was walking down Flores St.
How much is one? — a Monday morning existential crisis.
How can I know what half of two is if I don’t even know what one is!?
Spiritual Material Automation
The expression of the object’s meaning is in the assignment of its symbolism, therefore the source of the object’s power is truly in its possessor.
Turtle, Does the Fish Know It’s in a School?
I asked myself, “When I see the waves on the water, am I seeing the velocity of the river or the velocity of its disturbances?”
Benadryl, a poem
the pollen swarm is passing strewed the snarling snout AHHH- AHHCHOOO’d hold on, hold on here comes another biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig breath in AHHH… AAAHH– –PAUSE– it’s quiet up here this frozen millisecond where velocity is zero and my eyes are closed at the apex of this sneeze I am not rising I am not falling and … Continue reading Benadryl, a poem
to PowerPoint, a poem
I. have seen living death
A. in a space
B. where information was sliced
C. and served one slide at a time
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