i have decided after some deliberation this week, to take a hiatus from blogging. Perhaps a month or so, until the summer is over— i think it may be searing my brain, short circuiting some of the neuronal connections, my dendrites are firing blanks.     i furthermore, received a high number of rushed rejections from journals [...]


FALling (PArt z)

The last sonnet Falling. Link to Part A Falling 2 Knowing around 0%, about the influence of deserts on man— aside from sun burn & visions— i might discover, people who’ve known only deserts, actual or otherwise; that falling is counter intuitive to existence; unsalvageable dependence on fideism, buoyed by prayers for fields of cereals [...]

Falling (part A)

We've all done it & you might say, we never stopped nor did we begin, but we'll probably end someday, maybe. i do not really understand these equations, but i wanted precision & recently read in Foucault that equations had a brevity akin to poetry (at least i think it was Foucault). i also kind [...]


i read recently, a short piece of prose by the Palestinian poet Ghassan Zactan, about his mother's memories of a Jewish girl she liked, which led him to talk about his friend & fellow Palestinian poet, Mahmoud Darwish. Zactan, explains that just as his mother after years of occupation could still allow the memory to [...]

Mirror Soliloquy

i haven't wrote a poem this complex for a long time. The symbols/archetypes in it are fluid & should be considered cautiously. i don't say this about my poems, but for this one, i recommend a repeat reading at least, & a steady read, else i don't think you'll take much from it. i am [...]

Rant Soliloquy

i've been mostly off the radar this week, so much work & perhaps a bit too much booze & trying to oscillate between Foucault's The Origin of Things (which is just now starting to make more sense after 160 pages that have taken a month to read), David Foster Wallace's Consider the Lobster, which is [...]

Ferry Terminal Soliloquy

Written during my recent crossing to Seoul, of which the previous poems Ikea & Sewol Tragedy are linked. Ferry Terminal Soliloquy The scent of ginseng candy wafts from old ladies’ mouths, rattles their false teeth, lubricates dry tongues & throats with spice. People pointedly serious about schedules & tickets their handshakes warm enough to incubate [...]

Ikea Soliloquy

i wrote this to stave my boredom whilst inside the belly of the Ikea Leviathan. So this poem has been to hell & back. Ikea Soliloquy The magpies won’t exculpate us even though we scared off all their competitors & they alone occupy the cherry blossom on the brink of renewal — they’d do well [...]