River's Edge A mote of finest cosmic dust Shimmering in the starlight glow Trembling on the edge of a ripple Thrust along the rivers flow Languishing in dark repose I feel the air begin to quiver A breath and then at last the fall The subtle touch and final tittle Warm exhalations caught on strings Of webs we'd weave to catch our dreams Hungry for the the thunder's voice To set loose the path of lightning's choice And see in raindrop, see in sky A mighty bow that tints the ey

FUCK ICE 3 (Iron Fangs) Only the hands of desperate cowards Cling so tightly, grasp this hard Until every life blurs into one Until we are the faces in the crowd When it takes six pathetic slugs To murder only one of us They have to know their days are numbered And coming to the end

I mourn at a crossroads But this is the thousandth crossing Just this week

I typically don't post housekeeping on this site, tending to stick to just the poems I write. However I thought I would detail some changes that are going to be coming to this website. From January 2022 until late 2023 I was making use of generative ai to create some of the images that would accompany my poems. At the time I didn't really fully understand how these ai models work or just how destructive and intrusive they would become. Ai is now forced into everything and it