Tag Archives: Poetry

Morphic Trespass

New vinyl has officially dropped.The back story goes like this:  Musician, Ben Wright, and I, played together for many years, at many venues and gigs, performing our eclectic bop and groove fusion of spoken word and bass (occasionally accompanied by drums, … Continue reading

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Story

Within the alchemy of gist and wonder resides the evergreening lush dark center of stories through which the self rivets its fluid course.

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Habitat

Behind the ghosts further ghosts calling. Possession by layered turns and takes evincing quantum roles through which we inhabit.  

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Enclosure

In the longaching aria and grain of Memory, its mortuary and refrain, the gauzy calling of ghosts— Follow our bodiless drift and want, they monotone in lo-fi chorus— Enclosure, by softly rounded turns, resetting your edited                         self to sync … Continue reading

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Residual

Memory aligning spectral residue and gauzy embers, slow-drifting motes and emissaries of Time’s passage, moving from nowhere to nowhere, and swallowing whole worlds in the process.

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Archival

Memory as night-blooming arias, diffuse and fasting on distances proliferating inwardly to sepia and mute.

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Pangs

Memory as night-blooming carrion— its resolve and intrigue leavening the supply of demand to feed.

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Polyphony

In the Shiva-limbed solitude of invention rabbitual copulation begets the wildfire spreading of hymns lusting for voices to subsume and consecrate.

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After

Bodiless, adrift, blankly navigating the séance of cinema where you, minus a role, are reassigned as a nimbus scab on the patina of Time                         no more I                         of which to speak                         or pirate.

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Little Light of Ours

In pools of practiced moving distances words labor by light’s traveling standards to take flight and submerge in due riveted course.

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