poetry

Furiously beating the child is a punishment but it is also a rite of passage. [Read More] on a bridge

the sea lion swims / in tiny circles / of apathetic and / unknowable rage [Read More] smooth dog fish

i need a reason to live / i told her that she / could live to be that [Read More] first love

yes! the earth is flat / a triadic BeFlat dimished / a drone of rage against / the machinery of
/ murdered infants [Read More] odd lines response

“they are born for your sins!” [Read More] excerpt from the americ book of the dead

I can make art out of anything. No, I can’t. [Read More] This is Not an Artist’s Statement