time to turn a page •
feel the smooth blankness calling •
just make the first mark Continue reading →
hint: My “exCUSE me?” •
and you repeating yourself •
will get you “that’s RUDE”. Continue reading →
A Sunday like this || all ordinary •
the age of revolution || upon us Continue reading →
Even sunlight sparks the waiting tinder •
lighting the trenches of revolution. Continue reading →
there should be a name •
for groups of wand’ring haiku •
travelling all as one. Continue reading →
Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.
