There are no morals, there is just righteousness. There is dust on the Protestants Bible and the Quran is at the bottom of the sea....

Drunkenness and dirtiness is a sad rebellion an impulsive loop to downward spiral, and kiss the dampened Earth. In other words, I lay...

Friendship in the internet age is strange I film their porno as a favor Each gesture is a small performance He kisses her and I am...

God is a recurring dream I forget when I wake up Survive the routine progression of trouble Purpose can’t be read on the back of a milk...

The cement remains cement. The bricks are bricks. Lorimer street is Lorimer street. I have walked these avenues for three years and it’s...

We lay on the rough edges of crumbling rock, the Balearic sea spread like a silken blanket an angel blue that makes the sky crack open...

In the margin of summer, I stand naked and barefooted on the edge of the Mediterranean. I wade into this pool of undying energy, this...