#1 Tengrism and a hollowed out world ready for the taking will we fill it with something that worked before or ascend higher into the echelons of madness? Spin Spin Spin the Sufi transmutes the heavens into the earth and like that his idiosyncrasies evaporate and it’s only him around…

#1 A Destiny Impulse brought me to Menorca only this same force resting inside my chest can bring me home The Ascetic carries her own weight and through doing so the world is reborn She is part of a long line stretching outward and inside and within her every blossoming…

To flee from the heavenly blight of angelic certitude is one aspect of this death. You are no angel. You are barely human. Let me show you how. This is how you tell your mother your heart breaks every time you look at her. This is how you tell your…

You are a famous Pet Psychic and you resent success. Your gifts don’t have a place in this society so you are made to grow through cracks in the concrete towards light by reading the paws pads of animals. Audience members bring their pets to you and you tell them…

The mother of all tasks is to forget you Like a mountain with a long shadow you linger forever in the sunsetting of my mind casting a shade of doubt over every decision I make is that you or me? I’ll never really know because our fates are linked into…

Like you’ll die if you don’t Like you’ll never be able to take a bath again or use heat warmed feet to warm your hands Like your body was down to the very last sum of all it’s parts the end of this road the map of our desires and…

We are the ones holding the barn doors steady as the frame shakes and burns and floods we stand in the doorways of houses on fire and walk away from the ashes linked arms across a world of fits and starts and seizures with heart stopping arrhythmia we witness and…

Warmth is the sensation of togetherness given deeper heed once everything else is gone embodied in our space and time my hand gently gliding over the back of yours two arms, sweat against wool, interlinked before, now, in the future We are lost without warmth. It hides in summer in plain sight and we don’t give our smiles the time of day but in the winter we know if we have it or not we know if we generate it or abandon ourselves in the cold

When my mother would tuck me in at night she liked to read me a story called “Rest Rabbit Rest”, a book about a busy bunny going from one place to another always running out of time with the nagging feeling of always being late for all his Bunnily duties…