The seeming

Who is this trapped behind the glass persistently trying to get past an invisible wall of pride who is this who sees through these eyes casting my hooked appetite thoughts caught with a visual net that keeps the construct of sight and insight in a desperate tango dancing in between life and death this impossible…

Everyday Imago

In a world going awry everyday feels like the day I could die but I grasp just enough to fill the moment with a pregnant present in between breaths I never could make real art so instead I was the heartbreak between child and woman a sorrow more delicate in form savage in nature I…