Published inThe Crooked CircleLucifer’s WakeI play Lucifer well on stage in the garden of ambiguity I play Lucifer well. At my birth, 15:13 at the edge of endings the sun was…Feb 204Feb 204
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…Jan 154Jan 154
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, 20248Dec 28, 20248
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
