Beauty & The Mad March of Time
The natural progression of all things toward death is what makes them beautiful.
Category: Poetry
Reflections on a Summer Fling
I was afraid. That’s what good kisses do; they put a little bit of fear inside of you.
A Mad Hope
I’ve come to realize my life is a collection of me feeling woozy in various locations…
Zoom Out
I have never thought as long about any blog post as I have about this one…
A Poetic Reflection on Pornography
The bedroom shrine and the bathroom liturgy…
December 27, 2016
My blog posts as of late have become far too formulaic. But tonight, I’m creating a new formula. It’s a free-form formula, like that category of math that uses letters instead of numbers.
A Millennial Hymn
Because I’ve learned that people come and go—or maybe I’m the one who’s leaving….
Dear Friend, Volume 2
You said your romantic fire is being doused by the liquid of distance. I think the liquid of distance can be flammable…
10/24/2016
Look! How the blood runs down the legs of the Divine and drips from his toes.
Porn: The Hidden Self
There is an element of my struggle with porn that is both so evident and so deep-seated, I haven’t opened up about it much…
