I lost my pendant, a dove with a wafer or solar cross… on the back was written 'Sterling’… I searched for hours. I felt silly and embarrassed to

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

Don’t bother with worry, this isn’t me crying to you all. I am crying to the scribe in the w… who’ll take this story and mount i… upon a medium, a tape, a film,

Two onyxes atop another out where… the signal clear, it rang through… so loudly I frightened myself: RESPECT! I remember how often my Grandmoth…

Their adversaries’ heads were placed in a Styrofoam icebox and it still wasn’t dissuasion eno… The chase of supremacy lingers until the farthest reaches…

A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering is woven w…

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering

This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.

Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:

Black Mirror Obsidian Infinite gaze Hideaway of prototypes Mental, Causal larvae