Poems: Messages in bottles
Elevens: Forgotten things recollected in elevens—11, 22, 33...
Sacred Trespasses: Contributions to the literary pages at Sacred Trespasses

and how can we help but cling?

— and how can we help but cling? — to us, to ourselves, to the others we are — and then — when? where? how? — let go, untrap, unfold, move and get gone, long gone and striving — and refold into new encounters, transitory, temporary, striving yet with this human effort of perseverance


No more memories, only hallucinations


to drape over you
little animal
to clarify your intensities


visions and

Never believe that space will save us alone

The things you don't know