It effervesces
Bubbles frozen in a stream
Breath turned to frost
Bubbles frozen in a stream
Breath turned to frost
December 28, 2025 at 3:21 PM
It effervesces
Bubbles frozen in a stream
Breath turned to frost
Bubbles frozen in a stream
Breath turned to frost
Glass upon the lake,
Water which only shimmers in sleep
Water which only shimmers in sleep
November 27, 2025 at 5:43 PM
Glass upon the lake,
Water which only shimmers in sleep
Water which only shimmers in sleep
From the fruit, imbibe the mnemonic nectar
November 25, 2025 at 11:02 AM
From the fruit, imbibe the mnemonic nectar
The passing of time weathers our memory as the slow trickle of water on rock
We walk on firm sand which slips in the rain during sleep
All held is precious, each grain an ephemeral tear
We walk on firm sand which slips in the rain during sleep
All held is precious, each grain an ephemeral tear
November 9, 2025 at 8:16 PM
The passing of time weathers our memory as the slow trickle of water on rock
We walk on firm sand which slips in the rain during sleep
All held is precious, each grain an ephemeral tear
We walk on firm sand which slips in the rain during sleep
All held is precious, each grain an ephemeral tear
The fire fed, my body lies lifeless awaiting consumption into the greater All
November 6, 2025 at 4:15 PM
The fire fed, my body lies lifeless awaiting consumption into the greater All
The moon hangs above. Ever omnipresent, that lidless eye, devoid of life, stares blankly down upon the memory of what was.
August 11, 2025 at 2:41 PM
The moon hangs above. Ever omnipresent, that lidless eye, devoid of life, stares blankly down upon the memory of what was.
Walls we tore down rose up once again. Built on foundations laid while we rested on our laurels, we see the blood seeping from the masonry still.
August 8, 2025 at 2:57 AM
Walls we tore down rose up once again. Built on foundations laid while we rested on our laurels, we see the blood seeping from the masonry still.
The bolus sinks into my stomach with a sickly feeling; a low keening in the way of a thing not quite dead yet not fated to live.
July 31, 2025 at 9:16 PM
The bolus sinks into my stomach with a sickly feeling; a low keening in the way of a thing not quite dead yet not fated to live.
Here, listen to the sound. Partake in communion with me, and you will understand immediately.
July 18, 2025 at 3:58 AM
Here, listen to the sound. Partake in communion with me, and you will understand immediately.
The division of memory proceeds space, a beam of light split into constituent wavelengths long ago
June 3, 2025 at 10:22 AM
The division of memory proceeds space, a beam of light split into constituent wavelengths long ago
The empire of memory requires a conquest of the mind
June 1, 2025 at 5:15 PM
The empire of memory requires a conquest of the mind
The Lack goes further than Greed and strikes at deeper wants for non-physical, intangible ideas like respect, love, pride, and nostalgia. The Lack is the stagnation of the soul when possessed with want for that which we cannot have.
May 5, 2025 at 12:09 AM
The Lack goes further than Greed and strikes at deeper wants for non-physical, intangible ideas like respect, love, pride, and nostalgia. The Lack is the stagnation of the soul when possessed with want for that which we cannot have.
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This may be new info for the reader, re Absolution...
April 26, 2025 at 3:37 PM
This may be new info for the reader, re Absolution...
The unlatched gate swings wide in the gale
April 20, 2025 at 4:33 PM
The unlatched gate swings wide in the gale
The more I work on this piece, the further my memory collapses into a flattened *thing*. Music from late adulthood intertwines with scenes from various periods in my mind overlaid on top of day to day interactions. The sense of unease builds into a full ring. I cannot sleep.
April 20, 2025 at 2:20 PM
The more I work on this piece, the further my memory collapses into a flattened *thing*. Music from late adulthood intertwines with scenes from various periods in my mind overlaid on top of day to day interactions. The sense of unease builds into a full ring. I cannot sleep.
I walk amongst the stone and glass, the white light passing parallel to me in thin passageways.
April 20, 2025 at 10:06 AM
I walk amongst the stone and glass, the white light passing parallel to me in thin passageways.
How much has passed through the iris without consideration
April 19, 2025 at 5:54 PM
How much has passed through the iris without consideration
What if things could be better?
April 16, 2025 at 5:58 PM
What if things could be better?
With a sigh, she whispered "We will harmonize again."
April 14, 2025 at 9:29 AM
With a sigh, she whispered "We will harmonize again."
Visions dance and morph behind lidless eyes while soundwave after soundwave holds the eardrum in perfect resonant stasis
April 14, 2025 at 9:11 AM
Visions dance and morph behind lidless eyes while soundwave after soundwave holds the eardrum in perfect resonant stasis
Hallways and hallways filled with clear glass stacked on shelves like a library
April 8, 2025 at 1:46 AM
Hallways and hallways filled with clear glass stacked on shelves like a library
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Returning to writing parts of Drone Love, a short novel I'm kind of infatuated with.
March 31, 2025 at 2:42 AM
Returning to writing parts of Drone Love, a short novel I'm kind of infatuated with.
In the real, it is jagged, uneven, rough. Only in the mnemonic does the spiral's perfection become perceptible.
March 20, 2025 at 11:01 PM
In the real, it is jagged, uneven, rough. Only in the mnemonic does the spiral's perfection become perceptible.
Great sworls blot my sight. Ringing deafens all other sound. All around me is cold, and my mouth and nose fill with ash. All I feel is the Lack and the draw of the Void.
March 18, 2025 at 9:33 AM
Great sworls blot my sight. Ringing deafens all other sound. All around me is cold, and my mouth and nose fill with ash. All I feel is the Lack and the draw of the Void.