to match the voice as heard in memory align two minds that share the craft of self define the moment held ‘tween him and me the man I am made distant from past wealth a pauper now with alms held out in shame scraps of word stretched above an alley fire bullion based thoughts bubble [...]

From time to time I need to leave my words behind not to be read or wondered at or otherwise considered but rather left to die the death of progress made in increment the writer’s daily dose of attrition from his mind past ego, beyond plot construction, beneath the hatching of infant worlds a token [...]

these thoughts shall shame my trepidatious tread where the whispers warm the winding of my curiosity a tabula retaught toward the tainted touch of time scoured surface shared beneath the roar of rasan memory this calloused canvas caught between the birthing and the blade as spartan strokes seduce a science so dreamed by destiny while [...]