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To abide, faithfully, the recording angel on my shoulder, to dream, trebled, with eyes and ears open, glass pressed against the thin, plasmic veil separating one world from the next, a straddler and eavesdropper, since Childhood, on behalf of a … Continue reading
Please note– The voices inside your head may not be your own. Begged, borrowed, stolen, implanted from a toxic source, or origins unknown, a mechanical reaping of lyrics speciously sown, there is a lot to consider when brokering intimacy with … Continue reading
I sometimes think of writing as the vocational practice of learning to translate, with accuracy of spirit, the parts of me, unrecognized, unseen, unsigned, that echo from an intimately faraway hollow of interior space.
Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond.