"The inexorable direction of change, linked to the asymmetry of time (before-now-after), was vividly described by the scientist Arthur Eddington (1882-1944) as "the arrow of time." Throughout the process of continuing universal degradation, the dwindling stock of useful energy encounters a hierachy of fixed physical laws conforming to mathematical...Learn More

Wake It's 10:02 Between bone and sinew You pray for trembling States Descend like snow To fill your cracks and folds Of abandoned control Wait - Burn away your clothes (man was made to dance and not dance alone) I'd die for a pure flow of self control To own the soul of a million perfect blemishes Bottle me up in something admirable if you'd...Learn More

Between the quietness of walls, before falling into felt A sheet and florescent light - here to say goodbye I see objects waiting to become something more than mundane And the branches of the tree diverge again like we have and we will again What's this feeling now? It's so far from sadness But it's so far from everything - every word I've ever...Learn More

The sky shattered like a depth charge He ran outside with his camera on just to find The miracle of seeing nothing at all And every paint chip and sidewalk tag Alive among the wreckage Of the everyday Asserted itself: "I am all I am Colliding with myself Pan to a sidewalk blowing away And back to the sidewalk I grew up upon I am all that...Learn More

If it is asked, "how does a sentence manage to represent," the answer might be, "don't you know? Surely you see it when you use one? after all, nothing is concealed..." One would like to reply, "yes, but it all goes by so quickly, and I should like to see it more fully laid out." During a dream, and even long after we have woken up, words...Learn More

Now he's here And now he's gone Evaporated from a skin that once bled into impressions of tobacco sinking heavy in the skin of the wall And they all got drunk and told the story of the time he cut himself upon the sharp, red edge of a rake But did they know it then as he was bleeding that he saw through them, and what he wanted to say: "Will I die...Learn More

I'm gonna choose to be happy I'm gonna choose to be in love These quiet gears of regret in the body I fear like blanks in a gun I can't tell a soul how it was To feel the bookmarks of time Made of blood red skies Or how her voice was burned in my head Like the image burn of a camera flash Or what Force carried what mass from the start of...Learn More

Gates Of a still, guarded place Like the world looking out Through the flesh of a deer: Blank God How I want it to be Just to have something pierce Through me And the weight of a past That closes up behind me Leaves just look the same color as always But I feel strange staring out From an older self Looking at something always busy that Doesn't...Learn More