A quick reaction to the NFT craze

Everyone has imaginary friends and the NFT craze is an example of that truth. As a child those imaginary friends probably looked a lot like a stuffed toy or some prettier version of yourself. As a teen and adult that imaginary friend was…

Some of it is worse than you think

I know too many Hollywood movies can destroy a mind, especially if you take them in fast succession. Sometimes though, you have to go on a crash course of all the things you once avoided.

I like movies, don’t get me wrong…

I turned on the news, for maybe the last two minutes of the BBC. It was reliably coming through on WNYC. Some habits die hard and news for me, has to start with New York, including their broadcast of BBC news. …

Part two

First I got caught in thinking about these twenty years since 9/11. Then I realized that September 17th was fast approaching. How many years had it been? ten? It had been ten. Sometimes the calendar conspires against your mental ruts, your unwillingness to see your own time fly.

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Part One

It’s September, a month that once sat in my mind a sparkling jewel of the changing seasons, unblemished by difficult memories. I remember the fine golden halos that gathered around everything green in the woods. Now I see gray edges rimming those halos, some dates on the calendar…

Apocalypse fireworks

I tried to write a poem

The way I always do

Last second

First minute after the count

always

Late bloomer

to school

to the party

the office

So I seek to resurrect myself

Submit to the barely on time

Sunrises

Circadian clocks and their rhythms

I submit to my body

Lay down in my biology

Look into the transpiration made breath

I submit

In the nick of time

To rising up

The weaving through

The vining in

The hyphal hyphenate hugging

Transformation happens in the offset hours

I see a beach. Stretching

reflecting into the ocean

like Christmas in April

tide pools dazzling with the lights

orange and blue moon

Drifting in silence

Save for the roar and the fills

Shapes carved in the sand

Dazzling

Self dreamt into sand

Dreams as trees

Drawn up into the lungs

Hallelujah

#National Poetry Month

Recoding nobility

Some weeks ago the United States was abuzz with an Oprah interview with a certain UK prince and his princess wife. It felt in a way, like old times. Oprah, a fixture of US culture for decades was bringing us into the intimate sphere of two larger than…

They called me up because the email thread had gone nothing short of nuclear. There was a mess of heat and flames full of blame. Assumptions and accusations coiled together and licked at what was left, searching for anything of use to burn. …