SELECTED WORKS

in a necrobiome, dead matter is not inert, but a base unit of life itself


there’s bodies in round valley reservoir older than water. 

there’s a baby crying in a cave at the mouth of the holler. 

deadwood. 

medusa medusa medusa


medulla medulla medulla


pith.

you’re a dug up doll.

you’re ripped from the roots of the hereafter.


[first published in SONANCE by RED NOISE COLLECTIVE] 

i think maybe michael heizer murdered cormac mccarthy


he hefts a stone, he holds it aloft.

he never sleeps, he says. 

he says he’ll never die.

libations come corrugated, take a sip and imitate the wind.

willow rod, withy stick. snip a twig of elder.

sweep the tomb, 

soul soup - diluvial all the way down.

snakes eat suns.

snakes eat suns.


white moths smell like war.

immolate on asphalt. 

a few people watch.


knock knock! 

who’s there?

it’s a secret tunnel that leads to an ancient underground city

a secret tunnel that leads to an ancient underground city who?


listen - let the lamps at the mission speak

if you’re quiet they’ll do it

shut up already

prehistory starts with old man river

follow the thread, maybe there’s memories at the end

that or a dead body

trace it back

pry open the bone chamber

let it linger for lichen

myth becomes memory

have you felt it?

codification? 

basalt! basalt! basalt!

a thousand years entombed upon the surface

fragmentary - stairs to nowhere, doors to anywhere but here

live from shelob’s lair

hypnic jerk.

you don’t see people consulting oracles anymore so i’ll change

that and i’ll climb the mountain of rubble in the empty lot next door and i’ll consult the oracle and when i consult the oracle the oracle will say boy you’re a 

jackass yall consult oracles more than ever

hypnic jerk.

i’ll build pyramids within pyramids if you let me

megalithic nesting dolls, black hearts at the center

safes within safes to squirrel away totems and tapestries we’ve fashioned together

the totems they tell me stories they heard from old man river

i told you it all starts with him

he sits upon the banks of every river you’ll never ford

peeling little oranges because of course he does

the sun’s behind me, so is my shadow and he told me- said

commune with ancients who lived beneath. they dug deep. 18 levels down. they dug deep. sometimes gravity don’t work in the indian ocean. counter weights, counter measures. a cross breeze comes to recall us from the astuary. megalithic metaphysics - solve for cairns to acommodate us all. a leading physicist said infinity’s got no answers. but he also got stumped by circles, so.

hypnogogic flotsam: 

there’s always a bigger fish, there’s always a bigger infinite.

giants in the hypogean cracked causeways. ancestral puebloans built better. 

he hefts a stone, he holds it aloft. he hopes it will remain.