In the beginning, there was darkness:
Endless, Certain, the Origin.
before the light, In the Prologue, there was nothing to hide from
— everything is everything is nothing is everything is nothing —
and then It came to be
Everything
exploding out like the supernovas that don’t exist yet to be compared and turning Nothing Everything into Something that can be quantified, measured, experienced
Something came from the darkness
and so there was Light;
The Beginning.
In the beginning, there is darkness:
Finite, Certain, Something.
Light exists but cannot be received
hidden from the Something
but only for a little while.
It must come to be.
at the end of the tunnel is a light, it glares through shut eyes,
it burns,
and there is the first Breath. Welcome to Everything.
Something — You — came from the darkness.
In Your beginning, there was light.
What do you see?
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 11:40 PM UTC
the storm rolls on
cows dance their hooves across the sand;
In the grey-dark shadow of thunder
you horns gleam silver as the crescent moon
Whisk me away before the wind.
With nothing gained for nothing to lose
It is not a man come save me
but a bull
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
The world comes back to life
The flowers stretch past the snow,
the leaves wake up with teary yawns
A doe escapes the lingering cold
Dashing through the trees.
She stops. Something has caught her eye.
It gleams, it shines
She stares it down
it looks back at her
That’s the last she knows.
There’s a field of flowers in the valley
an unspoken truce for the prey from
the predator
who sits beside her like a brother.
(fair-weather friend foul-weather forsaker)
When the sky closes its eyes, weeps,
comes the rain
closes the flowers
It brings life
Come back to life.
Young men prove themselves (by folly —
“There is so much blood” He has never
dealt the hand of death)
The doe lays still. She wants to stay here forever. Let her lay here, let her stay, let her go in peace. Do not crowd her body, do not cheer above her — the morning dew is on her lashes, gathered on her sleek fur — do not disturb the world’s tears.
Grab her by the legs and take her
home. She’ll be a good decoration, a trophy,
the first
of a lifetime.
The hunting dogs are here.
The season wanders into the next
Warmth and little rain;
There are no fawns.
The sun is a harsh hand — she leaves your face burning.
What have you done?
The sky has no more tears.
What’s next?
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
(empty rooms)
empty halls
the labyrinth has no end but one beginning
empty rooms
empty halls
a winding, layered prison.
hear the celebrations outside,
no sunlight is enough
When you find the way out,
who took you there? he brings
death upon you who tries to escape —
"Means to an end"
rest alone forever
in the wake of Theseus
the hero
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 10:24 AM UTC
between the burning,
the fall —
the tears
darkness,
light glinting
out of reach. glimmering
washed over her eyes
cool metal,
biting,
digging
beneath her fingers
screeching at her ears
the air is dry,
her throat clogged with loss.
it gathers, wet,
cold
rotting
she’s probably the one screaming
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 12:40 PM UTC
Your stem is crooked — your head will fall
without help. Your neighbour crosses your path
but lends no support.
You must be the only broken thing.
Why?
What hurt you? Did anything hurt you at all? If I could look in the past
Read you like a story
Satisfy the curiosity
— Did you snap
under the weight of a visitor? Or
Is your crown too heavy? Was life too kind; It let you grow fat and happy.
Was life too harsh and you begged for everything on the chance you’d get something at all,
until you had enough, and suddenly found you didn’t know how to stop begging?
There’s no story to read.
I walk away
and don’t think of you
until I’m writing a poem about daisies, and I walk
the same road I’ve walked every day
before — in my mind, in the dark of
my room, with bare feet
wearing a comfortable day dress to bed
because I don’t want to do laundry — and I remember you
I remember spotting you because you were different and
Oh, what a shame: this one is broken
unlike all the others
I had no rush so I stopped and looked
But there was nothing else to see so I kept walking.
This time I do not walk away.
I stop and look
and I think of you,
The broken Shasta Daisy, taller than all the others digging through the pavement
— you will fall further than them all, and you were the only one worth knowing.
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 8:42 AM UTC
I will not bring something
new into this world.
I have lost every thing ever given to me,
I will break anything I make;
I will make nothing.
I let her go,
I left her.
Turn your palms to the sky and ask for rain;
Turn your palms to each other and ask for help;
Turn your palms to me
Turn your palm to me
A cheek is meant to be red (oh rouge oh blush oh pain)
Turn my palms to the ground and ask for forgiveness
I’m sorry I thought-
I’m sorry I’ll try-
I’m sorry, tell me why
Turn my palms to each other
I hold the world;
Turn my palms to me
I swear I am sincere.
I have let everything break around me
I cannot fix anything, I make anew a lie, the taste in my mouth is not stone, it is grinding pebbles
paper becomes mulch wet chew salt ink
I don’t deserve this
I am angry
I don’t deserve this
Turn your palms to the earth and whisper your wish
Close my hand around my sword
Close your hand in the dirt
Your neck shall
Your bones shall
My blade shall
Everything I have ever touched has been broken;
Thank you for letting me embrace you
I will not bring something new into this world. It was a happy dream. Don’t let me go
Break yourself with me
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC