Prose

Turning.
No turning
back.
Little by
little.
The envelope’s
...

Keep yourself little bird, do not fly iinto a cage
Stay away from all the snares
Well laid by...

We sail and happily venture away,
Seeking our Island of Lost Dreams.
We'll discover it one...

Within.
It’s all
within.
Working
design.
Humanity
carries...

The pounding sea
Relentless and consuming
Is there a mystery here?
It is in nature all...

Leaning on an old wood fence
letting the breeze blow around me.
The sky above is clear and...

Told.
God.
Is there
a
god?
Don’t
know.
Know
what’s...

The box.
Placed at
birth.
Configured
as such.
Body.
Mind...

Passing
through.
One stop
along the
way.
No
beginning.
No...

no more jupiters. fresh out of those things that go bump in the night
because they all work...

sold on the gray market… for a nickel without shame
sewer pipes thud and groan in a moonless irony...

while taking a pickax to a polaroid, i stumbled upon a labyrinth selling gordian knots
to...

Muddling
minds.
Twenty four
seven.
Three
sixty five.
...

Alighted at an airport

longing for the boat to come in

A one and only arrival

No...

Old timer.
Reflecting.
History,
experience.
Around
the block...

Frequency.
Awash in
frequencies.
Sounds
of creation
all around.
...

there’s nothing trivial about iron balloons.
the way they occur on the tip of your tongue
...