poetry – Anthropological Magical Realism

Intelligent Jello Begins His Underground Comic Journey

if you know me you can guess where I’m going, and even if you can’t then your flawed guess still means more (so so so much more) than the actuality.

Remixing Sonnets

we desire increase, there might never die, but by time decease, might bear his memory; to your own bright eyes. sweet self too cruel a famine where abundance lies. Bury this To eat the world by the grave. —— Sonnet 20 William Shakespeare From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty’s rose might neverContinue reading “Remixing Sonnets”

Butterflies, DNA, and Struggling Voices

I’m in Lima Peru. Food has flavor, the air has a scent again. I can feel everything like the hymns of the atoms that brought forth life and all that. When I talk to a book it talks back. All you people who don’t have a Post Modern Spanish style home to develop your mind,Continue reading “Butterflies, DNA, and Struggling Voices”

An Old Notebook I Found

These are mostly from early last year. I was a ghost. This is what ghosts do. 1/12/23 I’m sorry, maybe I just wanted to write so I could slither into your interest, but if you liked the water instead, then you’d find me golden and splotchy with perpetually wet hair paired with perpetually teary eyesContinue reading “An Old Notebook I Found”

April

4/3/24 Go be alone and i’ll find you there 4/17/24 State school graduates are the new Harvard dropouts. 4/17/24 Tread carefully watching Southpark, from there on out you’ll always fight the urge to derive your art from it. 4/17/24 They want you to have been healed, not healthy. To have been emotionally open without experimentingContinue reading “April”

End of March

3/21/24 The Fight The breeze carries the thoughts of the city away. They go germinate elsewhere. If this, do that. If they hurt you, fix the place they targeted so it can’t be used against you… Shhh, it’s over. You’re done now. Breathe. Close your eyes. There’s so many good books. Good people. You’re fine.Continue reading “End of March”

Slightly Bitter

I’ve started adding titles. The default formatting and font of my blog is way too harsh compared to a felt pen. I need a new domain name. 3/6/24 Varon It’s that time of year again. All the girls compete for Dennis’s affection. They line up around the block wearing their summeriest of dresses to partakeContinue reading “Slightly Bitter”

Test two. Last night went ok. I have little doodles next to each poem that I’m not ready too start digitizing. These ones are a little older from a retired notebook but they have a place here as there is one person who I want to see them (multiple people, but each poem has itsContinue reading “More”

Poems March

I’ve been hesitant to post my writing for the last couple of months and you’ll see why from the first poem, but I want to see how this feels. I’ve been journaling a lot lately. I’m trying to contain the freedom of that as much as possible. 3-4-24 I finished Julia Fox’s book and IContinue reading “Poems March”

Metformin

The tone today is not pleasant. I’ve been on metformin for a little over a week and that means I have artificially induced a state of survival in my body. I can kill anything that threatens to hurt me but that doesn’t bring me joy. I’ve been going steady for a few months with aContinue reading “Metformin”