nothing ever happens everybody dies on toilets we washed clean of shit so useless get fucked by someone all dead. look in the mirror all...

All the way lost out here Plodding along paths muddied with my name Dripping in well-earned melancholy Throwing batteries at God. I exist...

a crack in the void of survivability soft breath over the surface of a clear field shattered like glass without danger lips disembodied...

I have planted orchards in your absence daily I tend to their trees. Your vineyards stretch beyond the valley and I am in them with...

Out on flatland you ride away again yesterday all eaten in rearview mourned and lost. We weren’t looking encased in thick glass we didn’t...

I wish to slumber long, in peace a fate not for me on this hilltop by the water. These cool nights in California where ghosts of you lean...

horizon noosecoiled for branding iron baptisms

///I've had a very shit couple of weeks, and haven't been doing much beyond basic survival necessities etc. The "What is Culture?" post...

And though patter and whisper creeps always, thunders condemnation Each of us still Zechariah without answer.

///The "What Is Culture" post that won the poll a couple days ago is taking a bit longer than I expected, so that'll be along in the next...

///A short write-up on "What Is Culture?" won the twitter poll last night, but I'm busy today with GRE studying so that'll be up...

///In Part III we move to another sensation, vision. I'm not totally happy with this experiment: it doesn't have the closeness to...

///In Part II the meat of the collection begins with the "Sensation" phase and our first experiment-poem coupling. This is the first...

This is the first of a new series of posts which are made up of poems from my senior poetry thesis for my undergrad degree. This post...