Poems about ink

Between the Will and Attention

The mind is a little crow, a double sided sword, where will and attention play, while agape feeds...

What if everything around us is free, but we’re not. If we’re not, how can everything around us be...

He’s a tall story, a cautionary, free-range lies, a diversionary, nesting in a shallow reactionary...

Words repeat, the same notebook, go back and write upon the same words repeat, the insane notebook tries to fix the past Continue reading →