WRITING AS A DISCIPLINE

Notice how,

day after day, the blue 

waterfall of dawn 

fearlessly 

moves to drown 

the nonpareil moon:

there is neither sorrow 

nor jubilation 

in the action—

just the dutiful execution 

of each peerless 

new tomorrow. 

GEDANKENEXPERIMENT

To a waveparticle of light 

there is no big picture;

there's 

no such thing 

as later, 

no such 

thing as night. 

It that sense, 

each photon is pure 

excitation; 

as a matter of course, 

it must exist 

in a permanent 

present, whatever 

the cost. 

There is no domain 

where it ought 

not to travel; 

where it goes is 

where it is, so 

it cannot be lost. 

In short, it composes 

the world through 

which it hurtles—

kind of like 

this thought. 

SUNK COST

Our low-key

favorite 

thing about these bodies 

is their penchant 

for falling 

far short of their ideal. 

This fetish 

for the defect—this hell 

of the self—

this giddy-

thrilled refusal 

to feel what we most need 

may seem 

like a torment—

like a bad poker hand—

but we see it 

as a palmed ace, 

as a check not yet cashed. 

This hectic grace, 

this restlessness 

is an interest 

which pays compounding 

dividends the longer 

we invest;

it's the reason 

we buy in 

again and again—

even after

the market has 

already crashed.

PROGNOSIS

In the age 

of mechanical 

reproduction, 

consumers 

will function 

as the artists

and all those 

who dine upon 

these words 

shall be granted 

the might of an 

author intervening.

A bottled rich 

umami flavor 

overtakes the palate;

information 

saturates—suffocates 

the meaning. 

SUI GENERIS

Gray geese 

fly camouflaged 

by overcast skies 

as wavewater percolates 

through slate-

stippled sand. 

The use 

of this sort of thing 

to a certain stripe of mind 

is simpler 

to explain than it is 

to understand: 

most people 

want to know 

how many clouds? 

A few are much quicker 

to wonder

what kind?

NONPLUSSED

Origami crane

fashioned from 

a dollar bill

interrupts 

your complicity 

in the collective dream

by making 

the fantastic

real.

*

It's all going 

to work out, we say; 

it's okay, 

or 

it's not 

that important—as if 

to kick 

the empty soft pack 

of "it" down the road 

after flushing the cigarettes 

of "is" 

down the toilet. 

*

In the future, 

words like "nonplussed" 

mean their opposite,

and belief in the devil 

is actively shunned,

while all manner 

of heretofore 

abstract objects

now exist just

to astound.

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Stay busy. 

Stay stunned. 

CLUE

One 

by one, tiny sun-

smitten buds 

shiver up the lilac branches—

the way 

new lines of poetry 

appear 

to ring true 

simply by virtue 

of having just 

been written.