And they wonder why their nervous systems are in a state of perpetual crisis. It seems they take their superficial masks more seriously than they take their souls. They love to categorize themselves in tiny boxes, – gender, race, religion, sexuality – then fight to defend their box. I imagine…

Went to the sea last night, first act after landing, And came to the water’s edge (alone and without seeing, across the wide berth of the shore), stumbling upon it nearly with the strips of washed-up tang And felt the sting of very cold water swirling at my ankles and…