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…

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…

A Magnify Glass Tale — That Side of the Brim: A Magnify Glass Tale Can A Poet Make it on Rumble? This little tale, read to music, is about nostalgia, regret and hoperumble.com I wish that I could start a fire or a burning so that I could weep … until the sun came down to the water and put the spirit of men right Tell them plainly what they are but who am I comes stops me each new time when days…

Nothing’s Invisible — if you’ve hid it a thousand times … you’ve drank all the water hiding it once … didn’t count on a resume’ looking under people’s beds … proves that you’re an idiot circumventing time and space … now we’re getting something children suck their thumb and a blanket parents watch their…

Where Weeds Speak Every Name https://rumble.com/embed/v2jc40u/?pub=1x2k8i people sell what they can’t offer combwind handshakes, pies on a plate wondering always … if they’ve well hid their diaries and if the dirt molecules … really cough up old sprites farmers own all degrees mechanics sowise hide their words more than you yet understand these are now who govern…

God Bless the Dogged

for there is a moon