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thicket (2025)

After my own heart

I tread a sandy roadway.

All ears, all fingers, and thumbs.

A cloud of crumbles at my sight and sings-

Golden child, rise from the forbidden garden.

Open your eyes!

Hope Springs Eternal,

Eternally sinking its bare, nasty, brutish teeth

Into well-perfumed skin

For such is life.

prune (2023)

To feel sweetness burning in our bones

Sickened by the fog of delusion

And bewitched.

To know the seasons of the universe

In feeble desperation

Powdered in silky, golden lust

Through the dusk, I am living

As dust blows softly

Dreaming in your image.

verity

in the eye of a beholder

it pulses

Before.

thawed and obsolete

miserere, misericordia.

our lady (2026)

Sometimes I feel a deep sorrow

O scornful cry,

In the depths of my heart

Sometimes I long for tomorrow and mourn the loss of today.

Sometimes I try to make sense of the Psalms,

and travel long and far to see me

From the palms of my hands.

And as my withered feet tread the same corners

I find an imprint of my tracks facing backward

And I see them in all living things

if they’re really there.

should i tread the same path (2024)

dearest

found objects (2024)

July 9th, 1954

Dear Mom & Dad

I'm running out...

but will buy more

...of stationary.

I rode a hores on the 8th.

Please write me more often.

I miss you very much as you know.

I love you both,

Kathy

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