Clear and quiet this early-evening Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley. (Illustration: “Collapse Of Perfection,” oil on canvas, by Peter Kim, and found here.) Shit’s getting deeper by the day. I’ve found it hard to…
An alteration for the current nowadays: I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence And so the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the…
What we really need in these anxious, shit-hitting-the-fan times: An afternoon’s moment within the next couple of hours. And a particular doomscroll on how America is getting fucked, and fucked in a hurry. We’re currently…