“ Remember me through poetry: These words and those I wrote before. Remember not the man, for he's Much less, and certainly no more. "Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question" - e.e.cummings@“
the suspense of suspension if there is nothing human about humanity what's to save
it's not the pandemic that keeps us separate it's the dehumanization and the demonization the demoralization we heap upon each other
no poet can survive the lack of friction between their lives and the lives of others
this artificial suspension of everyday life wrapping ourselves in tight-lipped tolerance or inflamed outrage does nothing but extend the isolation
the flimsy rope bridges that cross the chasms of derision sway in the winds of anarchy