Dust and shadow. Pulvis et umbra sumus. This Kingdom is us. The domain is built on our bones and our prayers. I whispered you into crevices , I told your stories to bricks so that they would know strength. I watched breath become dust become steel. I rub my palms…

I dream again. I am not a conscious dreamer; I cannot tell you I’m dreaming until I’ve woken up. Every dream I have may as well have happened. So loose is my tether to the understanding of the world. I close my eyes into my night and wake up in…

Titan: This pain is your birthright. As much a part of you as your flesh. It guides you. Taitan: You and yours have known pain so long you cannot imagine a world without it. This isn’t guidance, it’s shackles. You are blinded by agony. Titan: You are blinded by youth…

A piece of peace. A little wordplay, maybe we think about it deeper and say it’s conceptual play. Peace, something that’s supposed to endure forever and, piece , which is only a small amount of something larger. A small forever. A piece of peace. Just a little wordplay. Just a…

A poem — Rub my palms together and dust gathers. All dust is different you know? Some are made of dead skin cells ,others dirt, others bacteria, others ash. In the same vein though, the dust always gathers. In the same vein, all dust is the same. That tendency to gather and group…

When I say I want something, I mean I’m willing to put in the work to get it. It’s a small shift I made in my vocabulary a few years ago that has made me much happier person. Rather than having an almost infinite list of desires, when I think…

I don’t have the bandwidth for all the people I want to show love to. I can’t possibly reach out to all of them in any consistently meaningful way and deliver the care and intimacy that they deserve. This bothers me. Really it does. I start conversations and leave them…

Are you having trouble creating again? You are afraid, blood of my blood. Sit with me. Let me remind you there is nothing to fear. The Aztecs tell a story that the sun was birthed five times. The Christians say this is at least the second attempt at Earth. …

What if today you did it differently? You walk to the store and buy clothes you would never usually wear. You don’t even like them. You eat somewhere you never have. Order something absolutely foreign. On the way home you listen to very different music. …