Castle.

Burn the walls, said the priest. 

Burn the walls so one may never know heresy.

Burn the walls, said the duke.

Burn the walls so one may never know treachery. 

Burn the walls, said the king. 

Burn the walls so one may never quote history. 

Burn the walls said the servant. 

Burn them all, so one may never know misery. 

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I’ll take a quiet life, a handshake, of carbon monoxide. No alarms and no surprises. Please.

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Astronaut.

And he fell. Through air and fog.

He plummeted. Like a tear drop over a city scape. 

Faster than anything that has ever existed.

Streaking the sky with crisis,

torn like a cut on the face of creation.

The heavens opened.

tumbling and tumbling,

He fell.  

Down into soil.

Sinking now, dimming.

Falling still, through earth and brick

Submerged. Like a lead on soft sand.

Slower than anything that has ever existed.

Wounding the ground with chaos. 

torn like a cut on the face of destruction. 

Hell hath fissured.

tumbling and tumbling. 

And he fell. 



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Sedmikrásky (1966)


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Another Earth. 500 word essay.

When early explorers first set out West across the Atlantic, most people thought the world was flat. Most people thought if you sailed far enough West, you would drop off a plane into nothing. Those vessels sailing out into the unknown, they weren’t carrying noblemen or aristocrats, artists or merchants. They were crewed by people living on the edge of life: the madmen, orphans, ex-convicts, outcasts like myself. As a felon, I’m an unlikely candidate for most things. But perhaps not for this. Perhaps I am the most likely.

- Rhoda Williams (Another Earth 2011) 


No one reads these poems Vol. 1

Question everything, question history.

Question anything, question mystery.

Question questioning? Question ministry.

Every thought must cause epiphany.


fever dreams.

I took and step and fell into space,

clouded in some fever dream 

I saw saturn turn and in its wake, a beam of light

I took a step and there I was

beyond the cusp of sand and stone

I stood in still, a silver behemoth

rose to meet its visitor

I took a step and kept on falling

deeper unto wormholes and time gaps

and parabolic manipulating whats-its and gizgats

I was in orbit of a sun so bright,

I grew to meet its weight because mass. is. relative. to

time and space

Squared. But I was there. I took a step and in thin air

a moon appeared to brim the earth. 

Caressing darkness over crust, 

as water rose and cities dove and all was left was ash and rust,

to. claim. my

fever dream and then I woke. 

But I was there. 

But I was there. 

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