Entanglement We gaze out empty to the world and try to see a plan and place and purpose neatly wrapped and packaged up in bundles showing how to be bound up with another, in common orbit mapped. But only the smallest quanta join together at distance, not just rounding out their separate rings. …
"In order to rise from the ashes, the Phoenix must first burn." -Octavia Butler
Still figuring things out.
Cornfed and Confused: Thoughts from a Queer Southerner.
material
living on the equator but longing for snow
a journal of creative endeavors, acknowledgements, and awakenings
Surviving and savoring parenthood one day at a time
slow time and the soft infinity
A look at the looks
of organic poems, multifarious prose, rambunctious ramblings, and queer dreams
personal reflections, meditations, and dreams
a sometimes intrepid exploration of a virtual world
mostly poetry, partly peculiar.
Goodies from my mailbox and camera
An Empyrean Cycle
Poets Pub
The greatest Mormon blog in the universe.
The Personal is Empirical
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
