“I’m accumulating a pile of wheat facts,” I tell a friend / They say, “That would be a good art.” / “What?” / “A pile of wheat.”

it's just a list of feelings about wheat that revolve around three locations 1. a grain factory in West Oakland 2. my great uncle's house in Central Germany 3. the New York stock exchange, for Sublunary Press

Experiencing sexual desire for the first or second time in a dysfunctional post office.


The boys invited me to weed the squash field. We pretended it was harder than it really was. Romanticized the mixing of our labor with the land.  

Deep Springs College, Gulf Coast Summer/Fall 2019 (available in print only)

The idea of fire being used by prehistoric men fills me with hate. It’s not the men, or their stage in the evolutionary process, it’s fire being contained to a pit, enclosed in a perimeter of hairy hands.

Early Men Make Fire, Vol 1 Brooklyn

Like death, but not quite. I want something animalistic and attune.

Jellyfish Mind, Cosmonaut Avenue

sometimes we die of consumption

On May Day I Remember a Quote by Karl Marx, “the analogy lies not in language but in the foreign quality or strangeness (Fremdheit) of language.”, Apogee