MOKITAS

MOKITAS { The Magic – of – Kalapas – Inside – Tangled – Akousmatic – Symmetries } this man is driven to draw a magnet string leads him inspired with hands never given to stall surrendered to apophenia; in lucid limbo, hyper-wired...

what’s the point?

words are like swords – without S’s or points re-purposed for prose, and smooth rhythmic joints so instead of a dagger that ends in a death the word is a gift, a life-giving breath one does the deed, the other plants seeds with wisdom (not anger) blooms fresh...

More Than Man

As a mixer makes his elixir so goes the bolo twisting so low from each dilutes entrapping danger pulling closer, the encompassed stranger. One lightspeed atom an unseen phantom that void re-feudal torn, centrifugal all are gears in pieces like the moon and mars...

Does Air Smell?

Like the fish breathing water, and the bat seeing sound. Or the fire ever bright, and the future-bent horizon sight. So too, a scent sneaks in each breath! But does air smell? how can we tell? All exist quite intimate, entangled without end. Could we, if . . . and...
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