EXCERPTS from “Folder“:
I have given up on importance.
The only things awake to awareness
are things that no longer compute
when we walk to banks or teach signs in classrooms
to make sense of dark matter.
E equals life times time times how often you find love.
This feeling is adjacent to a deep grey pigeon
pecking death’s heels:
You know it’s there
but flight is a shape we haven’t made yet.
Jumping from planes is one way to name it.
The moon flexes at the thought that
rain is fireproof. The moon’s reflexes are humanity turning to snow.
We have no use of material.
We are the Amish. Want uses anything regardless of purpose.
We need only God: we need only his question mark.
Read the complete poems in Folder – here.