A man of shape and tone, muscle flowing soft as if muscle could; as only muscle could; Gentle eyes, holding back a deep seeded kindness, and an eternal question begging to be answered; He stands quiet, as if imitating a sculpture, then the smile, the glint behind the teeth of a secret only he could … Continue reading Matt Silva: An Introdution
i will i will write i will write i will right left right left right left right i will prick the pin against the skin and bring the ink to surface i will draw it long against the teeth and send a message type O positive something you will not forget the dirty little Richards … Continue reading A March to Stop.
"What's on your mind, _________?" "What's happening?" something needs to be cataloged every minute, Taken into account, the importance of a moment as it passes through some lens of organic matter. We capture the best parts ((what we see as the best parts) and what do we do?) and we turn it, paint it, color … Continue reading Cataloged
It's stretched thin, like how I imagine water feels when it is frozen too quickly; as a whole, just a cube of cold matter, slightly larger than it was, something perfect for hot, Early September in the South West, on closer inspection, this water is screaming from expansion, swollen beyond recognition by fellow molecules. but … Continue reading Ice
Not sure where it stems from you know the madness of it all and the funny thing to me the aspect morsel morpheme of thought that makes me laugh is that I begin so many streams in that way "where it stems from" as if as though as the roots of thought clutch like a … Continue reading “where it stems from”