Reaching the Limit

when you reach the moon will you then be satisfied or set your sights on more distant bodies – when does progress reach its limit

Without Substance

a kiss means nothing – sex even less – the warmth of an embrace is cold – without substance


i placed you in a box a cherished memory bound in unglazed earthenware in order that you may never leave me – your ashes line my pyre – your dust floats upon the very air i breathe – your death becomes my sacrifice – as your bones snap beneath my weight i will drag your…

The Old Man and the Wealth of Nations

this old man walked up to me upon exiting the restroom at the entrance of a clinic and asked me if i’d read the wealth of nations by adam smith – i responded i had not as he seized the reigns of the conversation guiding us on a torrential path careening headlong into the rocks…