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

Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath

Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—

In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves

And there is but One of It So then with no-one to delight The parallax is a radical explosio… of infinite variability with no known meaning or destinati…

Nothing is all I ever wanted, now I’ve got it all! Careful! Lest I become a braggart… From nowhere it’s a hard fall.

Here comes the awakened caste, to save none from their last. Extinction has been decided best, again, Earth will not

There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…

The cicada, once with the humility of a barnac… weeping beneath the fern, now screams its inane mantra, which

The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.

I hear now a raucous party in the… Recognizable party tracks fun and… Laughter, joviality, intoxication… With the advent of unseasonal heat… the moment of festival and mating

Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,

(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…