Category: The Work of Play

  • Fusions & Fissures

    Fusions & Fissures

    or Ruptures & Dithers So much depends on a rupture.The Rapture erupts as old bonds corruptReleasing, decreasing the nothingAnd no thing can existOr insist itself upon what consistsWith blissFully underWear and tear exposedA flare across what once was bareExtending the Kosmos by a thin hair. Nothing changes without cataclysmOn some level.Summed levels unravel, suggesting past…

  • Sinking

    Sinking

    I learned to love an open G chord In the round and before I knew the sound could be more Than my thoughts could restore

  • A Light Reign

    A Light Reign

    Cliche caches in in the end. A most loyal obedient friend. It’s good to be king Of one tiny thing On which your life may depend.

  • Silent G

    Silent G

    Some of the most interesting words in the Engish language begin with a psylent consonant.

  • Taleyew Mist (You Talk Too Much)

    Taleyew Mist (You Talk Too Much)

    I’ll never heal because I feel everything. It’s all a mess, but I confess — this is my nest.

  • Two Neurons Diverge

    Two Neurons Diverge

    We walk backward into the future, only seeing the past clearly.

  • Process The Process

    Process The Process

    How many times in my life can I Have feelings without words? A lot to process Process the process Profess to possess Refuse to confess What words can’t finesse It looks like a mess From outside the fortress I built to harness Contain more or less Wave hands & then bless Before I digress In…

  • To Dream Your Magnum Opus

    To Dream Your Magnum Opus

    I don’t think you want to sleep your life away. I think you want a life where you can sleep when you’re tired and live when you’re awake. I think you want a life you don’t want to escape from. I think you want a life you are free to create… your magnum opus.

  • Are We There Yet?

    Are We There Yet?

    Bracing. Heart racing. Memory tracing Forever facing leaning In every direction at once Quantum, I laugh at you quantum To you it’s all quanta, But if you wanna Know my strong opinion your hedging when you’re keening Fear careening courseward leaning forward And I haven’t even left my chair.

  • Forging the Strohax

    Forging the Strohax

    The alchemy of the linguistic stim. I once read a piece by Grant Morrison on Chaos Magick and creating a sigil. Morrison is a modern-day shaman, a psychonautic genius who channels profound truths into the two-dimensional universe of the graphic novel. I read his piece as part of a compendium by a group called Disinformation.…