MY WRITING

God’s hand stretches a moonless night over Paris, elongated and tearing at the third arrondissement. A familiar criminal sleeps helpless...

I Amidst the mayflies And the cattails, Men shrouded in an Eternal faith Danced with the gnats And the crocodiles And the Fire White...

I notice flowers emerge from our eyes Monstrous petals obscure the pupils Irises cover irises A million spores, each with unique Motives...