Psychebabble (or, When I die I want to be made into a nice chest of drawers; or, There’s no man speaks better Latin)

Nothing is speaking to human consciousness...

Poetry

Distal we circle life immense...

words

words/echo with the ghosts/of almost wholly-lost/worlds...

Two Sonnets in June

'Volta' & 'Turn'

Four Poems (Rhymes in April)

'Captive Flux', 'Haydn', 'To April' & 'Concerning CERN'

The Language of Love

Pens are mightier than swords,/So let's not fight, let's compare words...

Two Poems

Nameless, that is what I must be...

The Heavenly Body

Little wonder my words fail...