Aisha lay in bed looking up at the crack in the plaster. The explosion had woken her up, silly of her to try to turn

Say ants. What made them small is time. They are old. They’ve seen catastrophes that dwarf all our storms combined, seen burning heat, bitter cold.

No you can’t win. There is no brick wall to separate your faith from the neighbor’s lord. No field of energy to keep your border

I work and I work. My hands wonderfully hurt as I fall deep into sleep the moment I lie down. And I dream of nothing.

I shot these videos for my friend Colin whose work I truly admire. His songs are in my head all the time, and if you

My poem published here left me unsatisfied with the imagery of our weaponized nation, us accustomed to killing, but not to being killed in the

Streaming out in ones and twos in the dark night, in between reality and manufactured fright, we run for our lives. The masked man crackles.

New Video: The Animal World.  Based on a poem published here previusly.

During my daughter’s graduation ceremony I thought nothing of my mother’s tears of joy, I presumed. No, she said, I was remembering my own, no

Here is the link to the video. I’m not sure how to embed it properly: Earth | Time Lapse View from Space, Fly Over |

So he finally gathered his courage which merely fit in a side pocket and ventured south, in haze and heat. One laden bus after another

A little drunk perhaps from the lack of news, lucid nevertheless I wait. My long and cold legs tired from all the insults, warm to

Today, Jim Jones learns that they are coming to investigate. They have heard, here and there, that the people inside are tired of their fate,

This work was done for a well known musical outlet but ended up not being chosen. I set it to a different music (which is

Jim Jones says: to Russia? You think Russia is gonna want, no, it’s not gonna, it’s, it’s, it’s – you think Russia is gonna want

Grasping for air, my bane of morning, I suddenly wake up. I know I’m responding to my quick heartbeats as running in my sleep, but

For some reason there was a vast desert in the heart of Tehran. I happened to look up, suddenly not occupied with mischief and fun.

You taunt me. With nostalgia for what I remember it might have been. Your arguments. All make sense. but why do I always feel your

Again I dreamed vividly, imagining the wait, or, the anticipation of the imminent fight. I was hesitant to say I would do it before. Knowing

My best work yet. Based on the poem previously published here. The second video from my Chivalry series of poems. The voice is courtesy of

A new video on “Chivalry as spit on a face”, previously published here.

video:   What you did to me I shall put down in words. You smoke the pot and I get stoned in your conspiracy. I

So I got curious. Was there a parallel? I’ll summarize it for you. Job was rich, righteous and bright. To test him, God smote him

His heart in his mouth, leaden legs, crossed arms he faces the studded door. Clouds of plaster, exhaled by the poor ceiling, redden with every

She gave him a rock and said Love this! This fistful of sand! Love. He kept that for himself. She was dressed in colours and