The Child

It was too late when I found you Gasping and shivering; the cool hand of death was near Your blood ran down my fingers, stained my flesh And I felt the desperation of your small, new heart Then you were still. I covered you with flowers before covering you with dirt Before covering you with … More The Child

I lived on the beach with one foot in fatal salt water and one foot on a billion grains of sand. The brink of the infinite there was too like writing’s solitude. Each sentence hung over an abyssal ocean or sky which held all possibilities, as well as the possibility of nothing. In June and … More

‘Concerning the Spirits of Art’; also, launching Axe and Hammer

I’m not quite sure how to approach the distribution of this piece, but it’s very important to me having written it, and it’s important to me that I get it into the hands of interested parties. Concerning the Spirits of Art is a piece at least a year in the making, if I’m to be honest … More ‘Concerning the Spirits of Art’; also, launching Axe and Hammer