transmissions

2026_06_07

He fled to the mountains to forget the city grime,
Never mind the well-swept streets,
or rosy window shine

Out there the odds are fair,
and nature plays for keeps.
No meds to revive you,
No comfort in your sleep

2026_06_03

Zebes, meet Arkansas.
Crawl into its depths,
Plant your seeds,
Too different to tell two apart.

2026_06_01

“A Momentary Pang” is out on streaming services!

2026_05_13

You lava lamps,
Born snapshots,
erased as fast,
In vitro or the wails of Acardia?

2026_05_09

I’m in a war against time.
I do battle by killing it.

2026_05_06

This is the accident,
The outside context,
the meaning unfamiliar.
The bitumen curdles into…

2026_05_05

Cresting out from the meninges,
The linked stars of selfhood
Shattering crystals,
Cow paths marred by the strike-slip.

Neck came out as Nike.

It will take time to speak eloquently again.

2026_05_01

“Drill” is out on streaming services!

2026_04_30

And, oh, know that you’ll have a place at my side

Only in you can I confide. 

2026_04_29

A scratched out scribble kills the king

2026_04_28

Out in the grass,
I saw a strange horse,
tangled in blood and viscera.
It was not his own.

Nearby, a lioness stood,
wary,
next to the upper half of her fellow traveler.

2026_04_27

Encased in a point,
and married to a receiver.
The pigskin never really appealed to you,
did it?
You were losing points against yourself,
by even mentioning the game in your own words.

You will be over the moon,
I’m sure,
to know that the next big match will be held
In Mare Crisium.

2026_04_26

Centurion, move on.
Your post has ended.
The quailing flickers in your skull
Can sparkle like Helius.

Phases, marked by heat and pressure,
Carry shape beyond smear.
Erase your position, find your momentum.
Make your way to your home.

2026_04_22

Riding the skein,
Wrapped in stranger limbs than Earth knows.
Apophatic travel to the place
where all memory collapses,
in on itself,
to a dot
.

2026_04_16

Like a cicada,
You are back on the scene.
Indivisible spans stretch beyondfore…
How could this ever start?

2026_04_15

The going’s rough, but we haven’t lost the war
The whispers of our people form a sacred chord
Tie my hand behind, well, that’s a part of the plan
When the moment’s right, my god will help me stand

2026_03_14

i know it’s not your cup of honey
You can keep serene, but I prefer the red

2026_04_10

Will Will’s will will Will’s will to Will’s Will?

Just want to clear that up before we continue.

2026_04_06

and still you grace me

2026_04_04

Halfway up the trajectory,
You look down.
as if that has any meaning at all,
You’re further still, but slowing down,
never reaching that object of your desire,
but coming closer than most ever will.

2026_04_04

It never came to life.
It was talked about.

2026_04_02

The wood is sinking into the pavement
This path is broken but sensual
Cutting out a cross section
You can see history
Gross and fine