Image shows a small black moth in the center of stacked white frames, on a white background.

voice in air: afterthought

I / stare at the spider’s manifold legs / & little clawed mandible flickering / with evening’s shine, tittering / corners of death’s bite.

A thunderstorm with lightning striking, rendered in greyscale.

Thunder Over a Nation

I hear / the camps devour people whole, / sweeping the last crumbs of life / under the rug of genocide.

Concrete wall with vibrant red and blue paint chipping and peeling

All the Unyielding Things

I just want to be a mitigator.
I just want to be a little something
to take the edge off.