the song of my people
my ancestors—/ celtic, anglo, scandinavi—/ i wrote / when green / invocations to..
Idiolect
Idiolect I am a world uninhabited except by me. Only I understand its language. In that world is a catalpa tree. It lived in the backyard of my childhood home on Thompson Avenue in Kansas City, Missouri. My oldest sister thinks that tree was at the Jackson Street house, but I never lived there. At…
tanka journal 2026 may 3
new lilac tree’s / sketch of blossoms…
My Friend Facade
My friend Facade is writing a history of the hive mind…
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young dog howls…
Valentine’s Day 2026
Roses are apple…
First Valentine
Roses are individual manifestations of a type…
Current reading grumpiness
Currently reading: What If We Get Get It Right?: Visions of Climate Futures, by Ayana Elizabeth Johnson. The core of the book is a collection of interviews, including one with Mustafa Suleyman on the topic of AI. (Suleyman at one time was Google’s VP of AI product management and AI policy.) I’m more skeptical of Suleyman’s…
mouse
in this brutal winter / when hawks are slaying…
The vale of Soul-making
Every interaction with an other is an interruption of the Self. The Self builds itself from these interruptions.