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Artistic graphic featuring the phrase 'From the Mind of the Alchemist' with intricate illustrations including a serpent, a star-like sun, and abstract figures.
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  • On Parallactic Entropy

    On Parallactic Entropy

    We are Riders of Entropy. The Wild West of a young Universe. Big bang, young man. Nirvana is essentially to “blow out” and there is that poetry of blowing out a dandelion Seed pod and taking a snapshot of the flecks in stasis in the photographic Heisenberg state of UNCERTAINTY. Are they spreading? Are they…

  • The Long Dark Compartment Syndrome of the Soul

    The Long Dark Compartment Syndrome of the Soul

    Do I tell this story? Should I tell this story? Have I already told this story? Forgive me… this year has been a lot. In addition to the malestrom of late-stage capitalism’s decline into oligarchy, I’ve been spelunking the depths of my own personal cave. Dante wasn’t kidding when he told of “rings of hell”…

  • No Wonder I Ponder A Sore Elbow

    No Wonder I Ponder A Sore Elbow

    My left elbow is sore… Not movie heart attack sore. It’s cold AF sore. But I didn’t come here to talk about that. I don’t know why I came here. I don’t even think I came here come to think But if I came to think I’d ponder… I wonder… I wonder why wander rhymes…

  • Castle Hill Anthem

    Castle Hill Anthem

    Castle Hill, Sunrise, Urban Poetry, The Great Wave, Kanagawa, Winter, New York City, Industrial Beauty, Morning Light, Smoke, Resilience, Atmospheric, Winter Landscape, Cityscape

  • On Low For 8 Hours

    On Low For 8 Hours

    “If you slow-cook the same soup on low for 8 hours for 30 years, what will you end up with? I became a teacher because the braise was causing my meat to fall off the bone. I was tender… but gelatinous.”

  • The Teacher With A Thousand Faces

    The Teacher With A Thousand Faces

    The dramatis personae of any school is enriched and enlivened by a healthy variety of demeanors. If my intention was only to diminish those “unlike” me, I would be simultaneously devaluing their contributions along with my own. What makes us unique is often what makes us great. I have become the teacher I am today,…

  • THE ZERO-SUM TOTAL of Self Denial

    THE ZERO-SUM TOTAL of Self Denial

    Buddhism’s soul wheel exposes a haunting truth: the Preta, or hungry ghosts, symbolize our relentless yearning in a world of scarcity. This echoes late-stage capitalism’s cruel nature, where insatiable desires imprison souls. Long before capitalism was birthed, its essence was foretold—a zero-sum game of denial and loathing affecting us all.

  • The Bête Bricoleur

    The Bête Bricoleur

    I can write about Cerberus—The Performer, The Gatekeeper, and The Ice Monarch—because at various points in my career, I have tried to be them. We are often drawn to the masks we admire, or the ones we fear we lack.

  • Ceci n’est pas une école

    Ceci n’est pas une école

    If I had my way (and I probably never will in this regard), I wouldn’t burn books—knowledge is sacred. But I would take every piece of bureaucratic, gatekeeping, money-making crap from the College Board industrial complex, pile it in the center of an empty field, and surround it with sage. I would light the sage,…

  • The Posterior Lie

    The Posterior Lie

    I vacillated on the publish button. This is the story of the 17-year-old kid holed up in the dark, the 5-year-old in the hospital, and the Red Thread that ties them together. A journey through the ‘Posterior Lie’ of trauma to find the gold hidden in the mud.