The Seagull’s 238th Seguidilla I suspect the genesisOf many a gullPoet goes something like this:Language is a toolFor introspection,That becomes clear; a desireFor self-connection Blossoms. The diary is os-Tensibly the placeTo start. After a certainAmount of entries,They find the deformedChildren … Continue reading →

Two-Person Architect While doctoring the sun, my wife expoundsOn gradients of moonliness called “love.”Attending raves in giant fields, she’d tellUs, “Nothing is a drug,” and drop it likeA mic. And neon lights berated costlyNights, so full of naked, blaring animus;If … Continue reading →