Turn off all programs
shut your phone off all the way...

Relámpago del Amor
You electrified me with your spirit...

The fire of winter burns low and glows
spreading orange shadows across faces...

“I refute it thus.”
Ah, Dr. J, so much for the esoteric...

Clouds below roiled in waves like the truth -
convoluted, twisted, tricky faery gifts...

I love to travel, especially with family,
even if it’s someone else’s children...

There is nothing death
loves better than the teeming...

I spoke up once and then forgot
but the words traveled to space...

Serene City in such unlikely locale
buoyed against sinking morale...

No matter how fast I race nor high I sit
I cannot escape the guilt for being born...

Agape: Ode to Diderot
Diderot replaced the book...

Other people’s stories hold a certain glamour
that oft feels missing in ones own life...