March 2021

Oh, to be an Oxford don tasked with 
formulating questions about relativism,
cultural imperialism, Dark Energy, Dark Matter,
Las Vegas, and the present status of concepts of “the soul”!

Poem | All Souls


Poem | Tortoise

“A face that flinched in and then way in only / to slouch out again with its / china-crack mouth, and an eye / surrounded with oak-bark”
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