#ExperimentalPoetry

  • Mirror, Mirror

    Mirror, Mirror Don’t ever look at their workspace—   Shows you too much process or not enough mess,     Or worse, in every way, the wrong kind of chaos.  Every draft, every revision—    Every crumpled page, every saved_file—  Breath, tempo, conviction, the way they pause.    These are all the things you either desperately study,      Or pretend not Read more

  • The Art of You

    …begin with static—that hum between radio stationswhere your soul lives      you are verb.action.becominga living algorithm of choice/mistake/choice againcoded in the language of maybe    (parentheses hold your secrets)[brackets frame your fears]{curly braces embrace your contradictions}         DNA → RNA → protein → YOUthe biological poetryof existence refusing                    to                        rhyme scattered like:  bread crumbs   coffee stains      love Read more