Merciless Reverence You spend your days vivisecting words, carrying the dead weight of everyone else’s sentences until your brain forgets how to shut off. I refuse to give you more text to parse. I want to give you the one thing you cannot edit: absolute, dark, heavy quiet. It wouldn’t be about conquering you; it would be an act of total reverence

The Thinking Man Heard the News I heard the news today. Iran. Home. I can’t believe This Israel Ukraine Your neck To get a look And everyone’s Russian To get away From the slaughter. War. It’s senseless. Iran Home To my family In Iran But they’re all blown up and dead. And bloody and killed. And starving. To think, None of this would’ve happened If we were all just The same race. The human race. White. Flag. I wave. For a ceasefire. Because we need a truce And we need some tr