She Asks — When the mind rises red like blood like roses Sex is about to pounce Yes, it’s natural they say. Or about as unnatural as they come, says I. Her hair is long, straight, shiny, well combed, and parted with such precision that it leaves a straight line of lambent scalp…

Or Does it Even Exist? — A face: bone, flesh blood, skin, teeth eyes, mascara beautiful, yes but why? Beauty, the saying goes, is only skin-deep. Really? I doubt it even runs that deep. I think it has zero depth. I don’t even think beauty exists, for what we consider beautiful sometimes does not hold up…

A Song — Lives and lives into an eon echo ever after their distant rumble leads you on you rush, you stumble, then you're gone so soon Longing for the farthest door silence ever after the oath you took to wage the war the fist you shook so high before the night you saw belied by the…

And Why We Never Leave — When the mind rises red like blood like roses Sex is about to pounce Yes, it’s natural they say. Or about as unnatural as they come, says I. Her hair is long, straight, shiny, well combed, and parted with such precision that it leaves a straight line of lambent scalp…

The Danger of Mobs — The mob will always shout the finer voices down* Still, they persevere *Nailing Jesus to a cross is as good an example as any Bring a dozen run of the mill minds together and soon, alarmingly soon, a thirteenth mind will rise. Prompted by the loudest, most vociferous of the…