A visual piece of experimental poetry about free will, programming and chaos.
polymyalgia rheumatica (mother’s side.)
the door’s caught somewhere between here and there [...]
why do they leave?
her eyes are drawn.away when. [...]
Poem
When you are lost, do not think of me [...]
Change O’ the Seasons
The change o’ the seasons brings with it [...]
The Fragile Shade
If I were to treat with such a myth [...]
Distance
There is nothing left to claim nor declare [...]
A Mistake
Like a step taken too soon, and cold [...]
An Exercise in Restraint
Love lost to Chronos, sweetness gained [...]
This Nightmare of Skin
There is no escape from this skin, she said [...]
