I hope you enjoy this early video poem, written for the little guy who no one seems to like but me.
This morning I went outside to gather up some dandelions for tea
A short visual poem about a guy who figures out he needs to get moving.
This, when the goal is to ignore the practical for the incomprehensible.
Casper was a people pleaser //
Warning: this may be inspired by teenage emo music.
Here is something a little different that came about while writing Lectures Delivered to Nobody.
The third of Lectures Delivered to Nobody
It’s actually just one problem.
From the beginning of all this, there had been a sense that anything produced on an overhead projector would bear some semblance to old school classrooms…
It teaches us to pay attention, to learn how to be alone with ourselves.
One word can also start a poem.
parentheses takes drink parentheses so it’s like how does the digital age
The bigger we grow the smaller the galaxy becomes. The bigger we grow the more expansive the realization of unknowledge hits
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with social media, but I’ve been botching it pretty hard, for sure. Something needs to change.
A stream of thought observation/opinion about sharing failures on social media
Possible futures and multiple observers.
It’s like they are afraid someone will find out they are not living perfect lives.
Prismatic color schemes on a plate of picnic beans.
Woe is me, obviously.
The order depends on how you look at it.
The next installment in projecting words where they usually don’t appear.
Up and down and up that same hill.