We assume that we would die inside of any black hole but what if we sometimes survive and what would we find there in the survival abyss
MICRO
Postcard to David Byrne
A pair of legs protruding
from beneath a collapsed house
FICTION
Reveal Codes
Any relationship, she thinks, is like watching the images surface on a developing Polaroid. [...] Lately, it seems as if most of their conversations are held either through or about the cats.
POETRY
Age
An erasure poem of "Age Ain't Nothing But a Number" by Aaliyah
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Yet Also
A werewolf is a thing which demands space for two states of being at once; a living creature which is more than it is at any one time. It holds transition suspended within itself, winding through it. What it was and what it will be informs what it is.
Lost in Jüdischer Friedhof Weißensee
I meant to communicate geographically and socially in real time the terror of lineal entanglement, in the fact of my body moving in relation to other bodies
poem without awakening
when the sea swallows us / whole—which will be / soon—i will learn to / swallow the whole sea.
Excerpts from WHAT COMES BACK
They were here at the same time as we were.
All hours are their hour.
But ours, too.
E! Presents an Exclusive – Lord of the Flies: Where Are They Now?
It’s hard to believe it’s been almost 40 years since the wonderful kids of Lord of the Flies stole our hearts, shook us to our core and launched us into a daunting existential crisis that forced us to reevaluate good and evil.
Becoming Ghost
He says: I want it to smell / like the real thing. // The real thing / is a landscape // of work and death–– / the names of our ancestors // slack in our mouths, / just the art of loving // your family line enough / to reproduce it.
