smallest reducable part

there is no ghost in the machine, no concentrated physical part that retains the human essential.

through alleyways

without reason, i'm feeling a little lost today. but there's a new website on the horizon! i can build it (hopefully)! i have (purchased) the technology.

jupiter

open this please.

in times of drought

unhurried and with trepidation

somewhere between

something blue

dressed up for her prom

if you need me

i'll come running.

hazards of sleeplessness

sleep is always at a premium around here.

it's worth missing this time, i think.

i can not stop listening to sonia leigh's 'poem from the ocean floor'.