the sky looked like the workof an artistwho has never onceseen a skynever once let his eyes wander upto the nightand feel that quiet pullof distancenever once watched daylightspill over the edgeof the worldnever once stood beneath eveninwhile colorburned...

(a long, mischievous, tea‑steeped fungal comedy) At precisely five o’clock,when humanity pretends it is refined,the cordyceps wakes inside the teapotstretching its spores like velvet curtainsin a Victorian house that should have collapsedsomewhere around 1892. It yawns.It crackles.It makes that unmistakable fungal...

sadness grows it doesn't go it bows from the weight of itmy thoughts reach heaven with inquiriesthe reply, tell me little one, what does it take to evolve a soul? answer me if you knowit is my nature to...

Do you know   I sit here and ponder What have you learned Did you even notice   Little by little I allow Flesh to be revealed To see if you…. Took mental note   A raised hand To parted lips Heats the blood   Signals internal reactions Stuttering the heart Mini sacs within the...