howls of execration

For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, 
I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators 
the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

-Albert Camus, The Stranger


boldly going where I have definitely gone before

and but the irrational romance of the freight train remains, eternal, adolescent and steadfast.

Worcester, Massachusetts 2014



final notes from a favorite abyss 1

a personal landmark falls to the bulldozers and the cranes
ghosts of the towers still hover in the empty lot
wordless echoes now
don't it just break your heart

Worcester, Massachusetts 2014

one morning not long before we left

Brittany. Worcester, Massachusetts 2015.


monoliths / dimensions

and though now it's hovering darkly over me
it'll look just like heaven when I get up and leave

Worcester, Massachusetts 2007