Who am I?

I ask beyond the gleaming

Beyond the wingless muscles

The carefree chatter

A fightless furry entices

I sense greying embers

Raise my crude steps from cement

But slosh them back

The trowel digs, separates

Beneath is the firmament,

Are the clouds, 

They should be above

Where the evasion banner flutters

I know.

June 10, 2026

Like Magic

On the forehead

At each spate-cleansed cheek

Upon the hands

Anointed

I claimed the habit,

I learned.

My cloak threaded with silence

Notes beneath confined

courteously reduced —

fade words, fade

Looking at the Derveni Papyrus

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insolvent

love me or look upon me with disdain,
like me or consider me irrelevant, 

this person before you

this that I am
the glue you're too bored to find a solvent for

I am your creation, Magister. 

Anxious Times in New York

that anger shivered like an autumn leaf
as the angler celebrated his pyrrhic victory

paths diverged to opposite sides of the day
and wounded by the barb

yes, I glimpsed backwards
as you may have surmised

to a strut, to a stroll,

to a cup of coffee tall
and the plaid hips she had