Incantations

She's Hardly Recognizable Now fires off at the mouth today. Grab on. The new book—Terra—pieces Herself together with Tibetan incantations, sweet intonations, as a M-trip conference devoted to planetary restoration, as New York shouts down to Philly passing off to B-More onto DC—plodding west until the back tire comes loose—reminded: we find ourselves stuck wits' …

The Rink

the rink is covered by your icy remarks any excuse a query something wrong but could not move then got itself moved we often forget that we are right at the beginning and it's just like that we'd rather believe the taunts of others and beat ourselves to death savage/modernity is it the name or …

The Base

the eyes are a deep ocean, with whirlpools and violent winds, and shadows beneath the surface and sea monsters deep within. my boat is sailing in mindfulness, I vow to hold the tiller firmly so that I do not drown in an ocean of form. using my conscious breath, I am guarding my eyes for …