Published inThe Crooked CircleThe Sun Sinks on the Crest of the WorldWhen I lay between you like Rilke and Bukowski I trace the crest of a mountain from a dream That’s always been there in another time or…6d ago26d ago2
Published inThe Crooked CircleWinter in Bora BoraThere’s a certain flair that comes to the mind of a poet when I think of you But that’s not the point of thisDec 28, 20249Dec 28, 20249
Published inIceberg’s PoetryGod is dead and the holidays are a eulogy filled with the discomfort that comes with staring at a…for a while now i’ve been trying to twist something about christmas out of cloth that was never all that saturated i was building my dubai…Dec 24, 202411Dec 24, 202411
Published inThe Crooked CircleThe Visage of Connecticut Across The Soundon the death of a bluebirdNov 4, 20248Nov 4, 20248
Published inThe Crooked CircleSupernovic CollageWas it a burn out? A fade away? It happened like a trick of light and I realized that one day I will have to keep them on. I do in other…Nov 1, 20244Nov 1, 20244
