When light finds you, bedded in some forgetfulness, you are gripped awake, represented with your edges. Now objects call for …
Sunrise War
The sun is rising above my head, lighting my perception of what I should believe of the lasts unexpected thoughts running …
Speak as the Tree | Our Hovering Fruitchild
Dedicated to the sturdy elm that stood as a constant in the backyard of my childhood home. When it died, my dad turned it into a fort; a safe home for me. This poem was written after my dad died. I guess I turned my dad into a poem; a safe home for him.
What the River Caught
I never heard you from the river. How could I hear your call? Sometimes you didn’t understand me. I brought …
That LHOTP When Mary Is Told She Will Burn
after Whisper Country, Little House On The Prairie by some woman who hasn’t learned to read just thrash Bibles …
St Wulstan’s
This nature reserve was once an infirmary for American soldiers, then a TB sanatorium in the fifties, finally a psychiatric …
Key to Home, visual art
This piece addresses the history of trans people and one example of how we have historically been seen as sacred.
A Love Supreme (on John Coltrane) by Carlo Rey Lacsamana
(Album cover of John Coltrane’s 1965 jazz record A Love Supreme) Listen to Coltrane. His music is always destined …
Broken Undamaged
Part 1, The fragility of a human being The fragility of a human being Is paraplegic frequencies …
