When I Begin

No need to mark me with a stoneRemember me, or notThe measure of man was never the lengthOf his obelisk, crypt, or plotThat won’t be me there, under the grassTo fret over whether it’s tendedYou’ll hear me whisper through the rainUntil my sighs are endedUnconfined to biomassBeneath a polished rockNo telling what next form I’ll … [more]

Of Balancing Affliction Scales, and Numbering the Beast

A signal inclusion is the enumerated interrogation of discomfort: “What’s your pain number?”

To My Dear Children

…on the dangerous idea of love. Terrifying as it may sound, I implore each of you to open your hearts and love someone, some animal, some machine, some experience, some moment. Know that it will fade. People will disappoint you; beloved pets will die on your watch; history may bend toward justice but it degenerates, … [more]