Visceral Self-Care, A Poem

Stewardship of this body supposes Care that is lean and laid out Then pummeled with a hammer This tender care is similar To the actions of a cat or canine It is pleasant to keep the surface clean So the coats become brilliant But it is inevitable The steward must clean too The festering, putrid… Continue reading Visceral Self-Care, A Poem

Aphantasia, A Poem

Third-eye projector void Still running and shining Film reeling with no image Angel with goose-feathered wings Swooped to the artifice Running as hot as igneous And still no image How can you be in a theatre If you can’t play video? Angel asking marrow-deep question Am I broken? Artifice searched within Accompanied by goose down… Continue reading Aphantasia, A Poem