Sam
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A Thousand Spoked Wheels
5/10/2025 When I think about loneliness, I turn my ire to the imperfect parts of myself, which are my only means of communicating that self to others. I think of stripping naked, then peeling my skin,…
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Here for Turkey
5/4/2025 In the woods, I think of my love in the way I assume old warriors longed for comfort when they wrote songs about returning home to beer and women. The magic of these forests, and…
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Tasting the Sky
4/28/2025 I drift in a purgatory which changes shapes when I press my fingers into the stones which abound.And when I fold them into more interesting formsthe colours in the sky respond in kind to brighten…
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One Routine of a Lost Soul
4/15/2025 I wake, study language, hold my love.I boil water, exercise, steep coffee, work the crossword.I kneel at the altar and pull a spread for the day.I shower, reflect, am caressed, discuss the day.I dress, pack…
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I Cannot Feel
3/19/2025 When I envision myself, it is with a pane of glass between me and the world. When I conceive of divinity as it exists for myself, it is a voiceless being.Who commands respect through its…
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New Crimson Nativities
3/13/2025 Bring me poets with broken hearts. Bring me songbirds that feel this biting air as I do.Bring me the wines gone sour, the stale bread.I cherish it all the same.I am the king of the…
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Thoughts on Procreation
2/12/25 Am I in a place to determine that I would withhold this world from another soul, for which I am responsible? I am not responsible for any soul, let alone that of a child of…
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Pondering a Surprise of Love
1/28/2025 I have earned my life through virtue of having lived it.I have “earned” delights in the same way that I will have earned the sufferings to come.I am bound unmoving to the tumultuous present moment.I…
