drumming circle  another group of those : half humans : burnt by the Pulse : possibly made mad : by the pain : have surrounded our camp : i’m angry at myself : i didn’t even know we were being followed : perhaps the winery…

Jabbering and yammering, Talking into tomorrow, What’s a clock? I don’t know her! Laughter echoing, Through screens and minds alike, Holding hands up to our ears, Trying to cut off the piercing noise. These the only times of silence, Between hours of conversations, Talking over…

As chaos spills forth from the universe The ashes of God’s dimmed From the darkest of surrenders To the boldest of light From the shadow to the sun’s kiss The world waited so peacefully As chaos always takes control The chosen stood faithless and ready…

Hillside dark, water calm A single lantern floating Veil shredded, flowers dead A sudden, rotten, bloating Bride alive, Corpse husband A shovel with sticky coating Crunching earth, shifting waves A victim left ungloating. Crime unseen, story untold The lantern no longer floating.

HOUR SIX An artist- a graffiti for appraisal a solicitous effort to mend a chaos White noise- a concoction of idiosyncrasies and vulnerabilities. How to break this inertia? Graffiti languishing in a loop- not a loop of Henle but maybe a loop of Karma? You…