“Don’t ever fossilize into something // your younger Self would never recognize, / something you’re not, or tolerate being / crucified by the unsolicited / opinions of unqualified strangers…”

“This world is a ruined monastery // where the loneliness of the only candle left / denies its altar any offering / of comfort, mocks softly the costly…”

“Love is a temple I cannot enter, a neon-glowing city / breathing eager daggers under icy water, throwing up signs that / go over my head as…”

“Playing darts with an atlas of glass, do I get / a pass or am I missing the mark when I / say this is a perfect…”

“god is a journeyman workman with bad materials and worse / tools whose perpetual excuse is, ‘I couldn’t have done it / any other way…’ // among all…”