Imagined New England

10/10 on the Amtrak from New York to Providence

Sun glinted water

Touched by laboring fishermen

In the midday

Pushing curvature

Vigorously across plains towards vacated motels and cold factory chimneys

In every graveyard the students pass through admiring the ornate inscriptions

An elderly loner stands tall

Overshadowing trees with his presence

Hands placed neatly on hips

Or folded and crossed by the chest

Tossing shouts from his cracked mouth

Pointing his sawdust caked fingers

To go

out!

out!

out of here!

Lectures on Organic(ic) Failure

painting june 13 2024, writing october 6 2025

"We were together for twelve years and he still left me out of the will"

Chanting the pains of a civilization,

of a burdened society filled with witches and grotesque figures,

clamoring at stop lights and overturned orange buckets.

Can you describe the last time you felt an external movement?

Do any images appear to you in your sleep?

Will you answer me, "yes", or "no"?

When the questions stop

so will his heart.

And it is nobody's fault,

but I will feel it too.