I chose mother you chose wife; pattern overlap re-cognition for life. To serve, to comfort, to clothe and feed; I'll meet you where you are and follow where you lead.
July 25, 2023
Ajax Kallistrate
we are the new subversive medium on the runaway bus. the driver doesn't know that the driver has ascended. the wheel spins. we jump in our seats. a generation flashes behind glass. framed in steel. we believe in the road. but the driver has ascended. we clutch at the periphery. the engine screams. there are no brakes. we jump to the beckoning of the driver. but the driver has ascended.
July 18, 2023
i bathe in that moist envelope, that blur about that most poisonous star, that progenitor, that devilish singer of flesh, that roaster of green underlings in red and black on a cosmic timer -ding!- and the unfolding folds back again beneath a clotted layer of eyeless love piercing a hole through the gray sky.
July 8, 2023
and the communists, the Marxists, the Maoists, the Democrats, the progressives, the liberals, the activists, the SJWs, said sterilize the children and the mothers, the teachers, the librarians, the school boards, the nurses, the doctors, the politicians, the journalists, the bankers, the billionaires, said sterilize the children and the pediatricians, the surgeons, the insurance companies, the advocacy groups, the social media super stars, the mockingbird media, said sterilize the children and the children's hospitals became abattoirs and the great chimneys belched out the choking black dust of human medical waste, a smog, a blight of loss and grief futurity, family, health, wealth, happiness, bonds of love and renewal excised like tumors from the bodies of girls and boys prostrate beneath needles and scalpels and chemicals human wreckage carved open, spilt, split by greedy opportunists ideologues psychopaths, all cheered on by WOMEN captured by their own toxic empathy, feminine hyper emotive savagery that bypasses the circuitry of logic, perspective, suspicion, and the communists said talk to the children about sex, introduce them, make them comfortable, groom them, and the teachers taught the seven-year-olds about having sex in the 'booty hole,' and Planned Parenthood brought cartoon flashcards with an ABC's of filth and kink, and school libraries, led by the Marxist head of the ALA, proudly showcased books that openly supported pedophilia, "Don't judge," said one teacher to her class. "Don't judge someone just because they want to have sex with a five year old." and every drawing of a little girl is marred by radical mastectomy scars, and every glossary is filled with the language of obscure sexual deviancy, sexual acts their parents have probably never heard of, much less performed, those parents, those primal figures, those males and females, those work-a-day normies parasitized by infertile dead-end unproductive duplicate couplings, the homosexuals, the gays, the lesbians, the LGBTQ+pedo, the social super PAC that stole the show, that wanted equal rights, then special rights, that captured the empathetic heart- strings of America's overeducated youth, that drag queened the Overton window wide open, that repackaged sexual acts into an identity of persecution, then character, then family, an emblem of catastrophic unfairness that only a sociopath could look down upon with disapproval bigot! that populated an army with the daughters and sons of mothers and fathers to storm the ramparts of a Christian nation for a picket fenced illusion of normality shrouded in vitro while the outrage machine rumbled on, the billion dollar bureaucratic cog wheels of Human Rights Campaign PFLAG Stonewall and all the other self-serving bottom-feeder fat-cats who couldn't step away from the trough, who'd had a taste of human flesh, who couldn't give up their sow's ear purses, who'd quietly added to their menu the children of a country they hated, a country they'd undermined at the very roots, who'd turned the values of family, prosperity, liberty, into hate speech, until the schools, the governments, the corporations, the churches, the banks, split open like bloated cadavers to spew a million serpents to darken the green land with the pastel flag of a vengeful Pied Piper leading children to the slaughterhouse to be flayed alive, girls emptied of uterus and breasts, motherhood and future, boys castrated into effeminate eunuchs to serve in the army of death disfigurement discontinuity ATROCITIES who stands at the brink of catastrophic loss and says NO who steps between the butchers and the babes and says NO who kneels in sacrifice, for moral duty, in clarity of obligation, for the generations that follow, and says NO who says not in my name, not in my time, not here not now. I say NO. Do you?
July 8, 2023
art reveals the darkness; children bring the light.
June 24, 2023
to be deserving of your love is to be doubly blessed to have earned your trust is to live overloaded with love is to shelter in your arms is to bloom beneath the steady gaze of your unconquerable heart.
June 14, 2023
the songs bring me no joy be- cause the songs don't know the sky has fallen and i have no breath to sing
May 22, 2023
to write is to feast. i am hungry very much of the time.
May 5, 2023
i'm dreaming of a little house, a little lawn, a little garden. trees. crocus. daffodil bulbs. creeping thyme, pots of rosemary and basil. garlic. trellised beans and tomatoes. corn in a good year, squash if the climate allows. a porch, a patio. grill. sunshade. wind chimes. bird feeder. me and you. summer shimmer on the horizon. drone of a single engine overhead. dandelions. blue and purple violets. white clover. bees. hummingbirds. robins and mourning doves. a curtain lifting in the breeze. settling there among life, verdant life.
May 4, 2023
i live in small spaces and love with all my heart
March 14, 2023
