sin-menagerie

I enjoy being myself too much for forgiveness to be of eternal consequence. Also, I often think others should be grateful I’m not entirely myself. Ritual sequestering. Liturgical daydreaming. Banal leisure. The lion devours the peacock. The peacock the snail. The...

rambling 1/27/25

I have succumbed to the chronic nature of my humanity once more having tasted forbidden fruit. Accordingly my punishment is knowing. One more wolf chased off, but how will I deal with its absence? It is self evident to me now, and perhaps it was before though my eyes...

faded things

I have become that ghost I once dreamed about. I haunt the lonely streets walking by those who look right through me. This is not a sad state, for those fleeting, flickering “what ifs” have all been resolved. I was going to disappear soon enough. Deep down I knew I...

ego

I have hidden the haughty babbling that once stained this page. At least know that my stories are for others, and never...

the whole thought, and more

ramblings from 5/22/21 I have come to understand that there are not always nor nevers with you. I have also learned that reality is not mine to make. Or rather, maybe I’m at least a little suspicious that’s not the case. My belief in my word doesn’t carry the same...