To Sculpt The Stars

The barren plane, hushed and vast The arrow flies and must be passed The stage of contest, endless night The dark undone in curtains flight Threads of thought, like gold out-spun Threads of thought, to braid the sun To sculpt the stars, like wetted clay To hold the seasons, one must pay Coinage flowing—slick and red… Continue reading To Sculpt The Stars

Ysatters-Kasja

I Where sags the sun in its refrain To pour its gleam on glassy sea; Where lacteal pink in sky and deep Will merge upon the doubling main; Where plaited at the circlet fringe, Twin orbs will sear where one had sunk, A storm released one day in fury, Diffusing in its neutral hue Across… Continue reading Ysatters-Kasja

Cajeta (Gimme Some Sweet!)

“Gimme some sweet!” we scream blessed by your MAD words BAD words GLAD words SAD letting them scorch palates y quemar nuestros labios like Holy Wafers in the Devil’s mouth. Give us a taste of life your loco— salty and caramel-kissed— with every candy-flip of the page forming crystalizations of lithium-pink opiate rock (candy) on… Continue reading Cajeta (Gimme Some Sweet!)

AI! AI! AI! (A Tartarus for Youth)

I. AI! AI! AI! Sated with stolen life, emerged from mother’s Night, there is longing to be free from the warmth of darkened humours-- to be crowned by The Light of Artificial Gods. Our worlds quake and rip, tossing us upon gory shores beyond fertile crests, illuminated by a cold Sun. Messengers sweep down in… Continue reading AI! AI! AI! (A Tartarus for Youth)