As far as you know — It’s here. The future has landed. You invited it (or at least didn’t try to blockade it). It’s as beautiful as Sedona at Christmas and as horrifying as your worst enemies — or biggest latent crushes — being able to read your mind. So far … the computers haven’t woken…

Peering into the Canvas — All art is a story. Every creator is saying something. But we don’t always get it at first. It’s embedded. The meaning or narrative is baked in — infused. Half of the fun at galleries is asking your friends which pictures speak to them and what are they saying. Every…

for Those with Lenses — Hear Artist Read the Piece GiftofPupils: For those with Lenses A Poetic discussion connected to the Cowboys, the Gift of Faith, and Miracles of Healingrumble.com touching someone back he’s on a street for larger things riding earthen chariots to dunk some men through streams he fills up nets of ocean for a sky in metal tub and snaps what can not break where three small fingers break the nub he…

and other Fearful Noises — Click to hear me “perform” the piece Weathergirl: and other Fearful Noises A poem that touches on the dark parts of feminismrumble.com what hides behind is often there most always so, with rings around it jealous as a thoughtful thief unaware like birds with nest pieces a captain roars, for his tail is grabbed the people scream, since he is distracted the wind it comes like a…

I don’t say it Exists — (hear the artist “perform” the piece) Southerland Wheel: I don't say it Exists Imagining places we've been that others would have trouble believing, a parable on the world in strangeness.rumble.com the southerland wheel was not all places sugar perhaps and maybe some pet hair but you must’ve traveled far by map to have spotted coordinates anywhere near here vanquished love, and the smell of cafe treats neither of these could uber one close teardrop jewelry and…

and what They See (listen to me read the piece) Realmen: And What they See A Cowboyish look at life in the cities and life in the timesrumble.com Batman’s not coming he doesn’t exist little ones get cancer you can feel it at your wrist the city hills are steroidized the wayward punch your face off to know and own your mustard thoughts is the only way to stay soft the soul of man is twirling…

from Rock-tar and Ledwater — (hear the author read the piece) Salvific Peerways: From Rock Tar and Ledwater A look into what the animals and the water and wind and the air tell us about our past and about our future.rumble.com there’s adequate eyedrop in the regal of color bank to keep each perfect spill of ink from seeping sore the spirit of mites that go blink in that pondish air welcomes an invitation to never sink so soon alive in a vein … in a plane hull ……

The Edges of Steel Dirtwhales: And the Edges of Steel A poem about mortality, war and guilt. Part of the "Can A Poet Make It?" series.rumble.com If you race with the hurricane out past its mark, beyond where the pillars form their handshake If you play light in the spots where a whale could crack the earth, take care to know the beat of ones own breathing For dry fume bursts of hear me…

and Very Cold Chairs — The Last Recital: And Very Cold Chairs Part of the "Can A Poet Make it on Rumble?" series, my attempt to become Rumble's Poetrumble.com the world is on a platform and it’s much bigger than all itself put together it was placed there by a Majesty who has size that will not metric and every day, while elephants dream, people scoop up their pick me ups down and pay everybody for few things of…