As I think about the act of trimming excesses and formulating aesthetic definitions, I wonder how all of those haircuts and all of those men have "shaped" me. What did they cut off beyond my hair?
in his suicide forest i collected seeds and grew a garden inside myself thick with wilted things he is a reaper unsated an unworthy god who harvests the white of my bone and scatters soul-ash and grief as feed for the coming he manicures the place in me where men lay down to die a … Continue reading Rituals of a Son
he raised the andes in my thigh an endless chain of high pitched malice strewn across the scorched earth of my memory there are rivers moving among structures of calamity those mountainous obstructions that go against the view they run to everywhere i am a swollen thing. large through the kindness of enmity still flowing a … Continue reading Scarification: Making a Mountain/Man
i allow you to treat me badly ... because something that whispers between the words ... tells me i deserve it ... i allow the illogical ... because it might be love ... or bright red desperation ... most severe ... most hot ... most wanting coolness and blue ... i allow you ... i … Continue reading Fagmentation