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Driving solo through the dark at night, ’49 Dodge, green and battered and slow, black in front black behind, black all around, nowhere to go, but I’m on the move, not driving away or driving to, it’s chilly but the heater’s on and I’m warm here in my womb, but the farther I push the pedal down, the more static on the radio, so I lift my foot...

When the traveler, weary and weeping with melody and malady, reaches the forest of unreason, will the wind grant him a deep green greeting? The pain of black or its lack? Will he be led to the hive where honey sleeps, quietly aglow? No one knows. I ask the question and quiver.

I encountered you in another kingdom. I discovered the truth, in which return you could not believe. Step by step, our words intertwined—too common to turn into stone. Fingerprints converged inexorably— the miracle was painfully far. I do not reckon with prayers— everything once foreign suddenly became very near. I rose, my heart fled in...

The day then dawned and I then drove having dropped them off I hid from the Sun on my way back and there’s silence then there’s boredom then there’s an urge to pull, to push, to sway to dissolve this solid heart in the calming, frothing waves so I write

He doesn’t mind the silence now— perhaps it brings him peace. My absence doesn’t trouble him; maybe my presence never meant a thing. He is fine, while tears streak my cheeks like rain on glass. He is fine, while my heart fractures quietly beneath the weight. He breathes with ease, while I struggle just to catch mine. I don’t know what changed. I...

They want to go to America, The land of opportunity they say, They want to go to America, Think of it as you may, They want to go to America, Target, In-N-Out, Costco, Walmart, consumerism galore, They want to go to America, I can't bear to hear it no more, They want to go to America, NYC, LA, Chicago, Miami, that's where you live the life, They...

I awoke this morning in a warm room with hydrostatic thoughts diffusing with the early drip-tension of sunlight. Muscles sore, body slow, I maneuvered through some basic intuitive limbering, stretching the body to fill up the soul, heart, and mind. That was my intention; but then, I didn't really have an initial value for the day, for these chain...