Days Between Days
Trying to find the right borderland between realism and romance and style and abstraction.
-
-
Anthrotecture
Matter invokes form —
Quiet now! The monolith
Is about to speak! -
The Practitioner
“We practice in times of peace,
Just as we practice in times of war.
We perform for show,
And we perform in the dark.” -
Last Asleep, First Awake
Why have I made
These barriers inside myself?
And as if in answer:The coin, I think,
Spins evenly, though
One side always hides itself -
Self as Inscription
Carry your name proudly, and when it gets hard, your name will carry you. // The key/flower/blade makes another appearance.
-
Grimes Glen
A sketch of Grimes Glen, a timeless little pocket of water and stone.
-
Lonely Arch in Moonlight
in the belly of this
little vessel, the shelter
of night, I have nothing on my shoulders -
Singularity Skeptic
”I can see all possible futures, in every imaginable reality, and none of them interest me very much.”
-
Poetry and Shameless Obscurity
Poetry is shameless. Poetry is obscure. Poetry is fine with this.
Perhaps poetry is *pretentious,* but please don’t call it that. That framing feels unfair, somehow.
-
Thousand Mile Eyes
“Need a steady hand on the rudder? I can do that. It’s hard to ruffle my feathers these days.”
