74 – Dressing Womb

My sweet ones, to you I have sworn the truth, and so I offer it: my head is not in the game. I’m slippin, if I’m honest, and I was not prepared to battle today. Can I just keep listening to hiphop and daydreaming about beautiful girls talking about their Ph.Ds instead? I wrote you …

47 – Mera the Blind

Some kind of internal geography or theology, this. Water is a major theme in my subconscious, as are very large human statues. I think it would be cool to have a bed shaped like a huge hand, and then throw a cushion in the cupped palm and sleep there, like a slightly-more-flat papasan chair. Perhaps …

13 – Blood Hammer

This is… something like a self-portrait. What some of my processes look like from inside. It’s not about guns, at all, so let’s just put that out there. The bullet is a metaphor, but it’s also an image from a recurring nightmare I’ve been having all my life. It’s now been about four years since …

5 – Apocalyptic Joy

Today’s sonnet is somewhat inspired by a dream I had a long time ago that I’ve never been able to let go of. It’s probably clear to you that I don’t see the end of the world the way most people do. This is at least partially due to my CPTSD; trauma stunts emotional development, …