The Trick Is (after Ellen Bass) to stop caring, to stop it even if you obsess over it and everything you’ve thought flutters away like a freed parakeet, the air swirling with the speed of it. When anger sits with you, an iron ball […]

a drop of ink spreads out in a glass of water; a log rots in the woods & the universe expands in whatever cradle rocks the universe to dreaming while babies sleep & light- houses break beneath waves, salt drying on so many cheeks.

my third grade teacher mrs. nelson was right that nothing can brighten your mood like a good scratch- n-sniff sticker so maybe give one or two to your local neighborhood blow- hard but not the poop one because jesus what kind of message are […]

the rich these days want a new gilded age yet have nothing but trailer-trash tastes with dollar-store bric-a-brac spray painted gold shoved in every conceivable space & their hearts are as empty as the words that they weave building temples at Narcissius’ feet

yes the sunset is beautiful but so is dog shit yet no one likes my selfies

437 IBM Way there’s a small house in the code set, a soft space to rest during furious sessions where you can shut the door & breathe & perhaps nap before the usual shady characters drag you back to work with bullets & clubs […]

never let the bastards get you down from acres of processed bullshit flowers burst wildly to blossom