Sunday, June 07, 2026

Youth is the (blessed) inability to distinguish between the discovery and invention of who you are.

Poems are composed. Philosophies are compromised.

Saturday, June 06, 2026

Was der Fall ist

The world is everything that is the case; history befalls us.

Thursday, June 04, 2026

Why do I write? When people tell me I have hurt them, I have a large space inside me to process their complaint. That's it.

Tuesday, June 02, 2026

Every poem is composed in composure;
every philosophy, compromised by compromise.