I leave the window open for the monster who never comes.
Beyond the body lies the tenderness we sometimes have to imagine.
An astronaut walks the moon of my plate.
A lover struggles to read the crooked marks of a knife aimed at the heart.
The dead still hold space in the lives of the living.
From a distance, a stranger conjures a desire to be noticed.
A modular syllabus for an extended anarchism reading group covering classical foundations, contemporary currents, and practical Appropriation
We are never far from the wild.
A hymn to Diogenes, who wanted from the world only sunlight and honesty.
A boy wakes to shame and desire.