A fantasy about social and political change and the Jabberwock. Long poem, concrete language, easy comprehension.
I hate to publish too much of my new book, but I had already done this on Scriggler (which will tweet your work to 51,000 people), and I wanted to switch one of the important links I’m putting on my cards, so I needed a more properly formatted version without ramble about book release. From […]
What is the puzzling N icon on my phone? Almost looking like it could stand for NSA? Why is there no information on it? The cockroaches attempt to be rebranded Stilling the heart for the moment Vigorously promoting your victories And whence the great sky god? To be is the question Never to be undone […]
Words fell in a glitter of dust All of them were mostly luminous Stitching together a tissue of blood and sinew The teeth of the jabberwock came too near to this one All along the riverbank the collected speech of the countrymen piled In the enchanted silence it had no where else to go The […]
My mind grows legs and goes in search For a dream, a parchment, a piece of life Everything is shards, pieces, sunlight, mirrors In my world Everything goes to pieces The Jabberwock! Also a frequent character A weathered beast gobbles you up It’s noumenon swallows the world Red mice flitter about And the wings get […]
stackpile the wounded war insulated by tranquilizers they called us incontrovertible and pushed us lower into the dregs taking away away away more freedom trying to help until there was nothing left but it an instinct to freedom undermines the ability to escape the pincer …… plying the weather ways under the silent eyes stress […]