23 April 2022 With only a gentle stroke, the personal becomes the universal; a threadbare zoetrope in a child’s room, spinning still even...

1 March 2022 But what is love?— (the broken spigot the crackèd cup) Love is the feeling of being up, Of always moving about your mind...

3 March 2022 I am a frog, Crucified on the operating table, My heart an open wound, And you, a novice scholar. In the daemon-god’s golden...