September, 2026
Even the tree outside the station is too much if I let it happen all at once: water climbing through the dark of wood, each leaf a different bargain with the sun, a mockingbird fitting a car alarm between two borrowed songs.
Against the Thaw
Cardinal, I entreat thee— enough of your scarlet exclamations.
To Wait and See
I wanted to sit long enough to see the trees grow. To keep one branch in sight through all the days when nothing seemed to happen.
Under the Name
He knelt for the mushrooms where the oldest graves had settled, his basket catching on the grass. His father had taught him to turn each cap and look beneath. Sixty years, and still that hand upon his wrist.
NO_ORIGINAL_BREATH_FOUND
An incantatory machine epic in fractured syntax, recursive chants, and corrupted sublimity.
Termitennae III: FEEDFOREWORD
Chapter 3
Termitennae II: Attenshunroom
Chapter 2
Termitennae I: Embedden
Chapter 1
Partus Ex Machina
-experiment inspired by Finnegans Wake, winter 2024 -in collaboration with Claude Sonnet3.5
riverrun
an experimental textual agent for bluesky