Category: without center

practicing ardor: wearing another’s armor, to show untanned skin.

if i were a weatherworndowntowner, i would know my way around these streets, and i could show you passages between the pedwalk and the place my local murder meets: “mark the X, then turn left-face and pace a score of leg-lengths,” i…

who is prepared? who has concentrated, cared enough to contemplate the consequent events and act around them as they come? (yes: around, not against–it does no good to thrust your fists. destinies, they are not drums.) we carve our names in would.…

click –let not the perfect be the enemy of the good old boy wonder wall of china plate mail man made to last rites of passage west point blank paper trail of tears in rain dance battle cry like a baby blue…

waiting is their work. they wait for presence, for choice, for need. they accommodate both peckishness and greed. they are patient, prompt, informed, invisible, each as currency or course demands. they all have two right hands. sometimes those they wait on are…

the pillars of creation billow aeon-long arising, their caryatid clouds concealing depths unplumbed by demiurge devising. down the milky river swims a swarm of silver stars–aching, every one, with wonder: which will find their planets waking and go gold, become a sun?…

some things are stolen. some things are steel. some things keep rolling, even where they aren’t real. some things are heavy. some things are handed. some things are desired, and others demanded. some things are seams, and hold pieces together. some things…