antebellum syntax lacks
what now
we refer to as the
summa participle
the modifier currently in use
is the first and only
in recorded memory
where both spoken
and written language
spontaneously evolved
seemingly overnight
and across most known languages
lending credence to Jung's


theory of the collective
humanity's need for expressing
that new shared experience
compelled a transformation
a singularity
the intensifier's nascency
that when
fears and pleasures
the crackle sound
between a vinyl-tempo
all became
you and i

Travelogue: Chapter 14

i had never traveled to any
foreign country
left my municipality
until i met you
though i had seen
read fictions with
settings varied
those arrays i rearranged
to what i deemed familiar
all was as it must
until i met you
the rivers had rushed
over well-worn stones
sublimated the torrential
patterned the overgrowth
until i met you
what was known was known
until i met you
until i met you
such strange wonders had i forgot.

Travelogue: Chapter 13

these fruits that we've
temper our starvation
they provide a jolt
and quicken our reactions
they were there
exposed and unguarded
any signage that may have
to fend us off
must have rotted
or been washed away along
any proprietary boundaries
we've forgotten
which last flag we saw
we see just the one frontier
we obey the only one law
between the earth and sky
we sow
we love.

- Travelogue: Chapter 11

RobSlim boosted

Saw this quoted on birdsite and it hit home for me... I need to focus more on doing vs. planning:

"The devil frequently fills our thoughts with great schemes, so that instead of putting our hands to what work we can do to serve our Lord, we may rest satisfied with wishing to perform impossibilities."

St. Teresa of Avila


the lunar landscape
becomes less monotonous
approaching the divide
from the magnetic equator
between the dark and the light
since though the vegetations
from each side have evolved
to thrive
using biological implements
diametrically opposite
in their efficiencies
(one flowers
pale with a reflective gloss
to disperse the excess of the sun


the other flowers
pale with a reflective gloss
to bounce what beams may be
grasped and shared
back around deep throughout
its half of the surface)
they haven't yet become
genetically incompatible
in that frontier we find
a patchwork ecosystem
of shortened lifespans
but ever-marching variety
life imposes itself
faster than the sciences
are able to catalogue.

- Travelogue: Chapter 10

the clearing exposes us
to the noontime brightness
the vegetation here
smothers any vagrant seeds
from the pines that dwarf
it rushes
every way a violent splatter of
tender shades of green
before relenting to the forest shade
we head through
diminished in comparison
to the age and enormity
bark cliffs
without recourse
we fall
we dig
we tear
root and stem and leaves and leave
a seed behind we hope
fast outruns
that which is surrounding it.

Travelogue: Chapter 9

the weather becomes
it insists
but together we agree
to venture
because though others toil
dream of a harvest's hearth
we measure moisture
as a tactile rite
as if poetry
memorize the almanac
we sensualize the stars' path
while together we walk
moonlit or dark
not toward
but as a corollary to our

- Travelogue: Chapter 8


there must be
places linear
where the horizon does not
where free from the pattern
predestined of cycles
every thing grows exponentially
where evolution does not progress
but rambles
metastasizing life without reserve
there a static web of
suns and moons
jewel the endless sky
kaleidoscope the meteorology
define seasons in terms
imagine us shipwrecked
together there where
the length of each night


depends on the size
shape and speed
of the ancient clouds above our heads
we'd sing
make love
give birth
halls so vast that echoes with
etymologies long dead
interrupt and rearrange
the rhythm of our prayers.

- Travelogue: Chapter 7

# writing

i long for complacency
with you
instead of this
this urgency
this ceaseless inclement
with you
my mortality glares
just over your shoulder ever
a patient predator
steadies its heart beat
"not yet, more"
with every kiss
i race to satiate
wear your lipstick
smeared upon my skin
drown tangled in your hair.

- Travelogue: Chapter 18

we weren't accustomed to this sort of
staged antiquities individually beneath perpetual light
thoughtful details inviting the senses to roam
we shuffled sheepish through scented hallways that branched perpendicular onto halls
our echoes muted by
tapestries depicting mythologies unknown
to us
it all seemed beyond what we'd calculated our destiny to sum
we did not belong
here amongst
but here
we found charity rained
from a deity which with stern
words said

Here is a sample of the I Ching work I finished a few years ago. I challenged myself, come hell or high water, to write one poem a day until I worked through all 64 symbols of the I Ching. The rules were that they were meant to be love poems and only 1 page long. At the end, I had already settled on a sort of style of writing I still use in my most recent works.

This particular poem is about a couple working through a regrettable situation.

footsteps illicit
down through
trenches perilous
our intent a song
mindlessly hummed
as we meet every
apprehensive stare
with a glanced
a nod half-smirked
on these pathways
others attain forfeit
but we judge this anathema
beside the summer sun we stole:
it cannot be theft to take
what can only be granted by our God.

Travelogue: Chapter 5

I am inordinately proud of this and is making me laugh way too much (could be the suffocating scent if Murphy Oil though):

My favorite knock-knock joke:

Who’s there?
Banana who?


I guess I should put Chapter 3 but I am not too happy with it... I don't think it sticks the landing. I am always torn between respecting past-RobSlim and rewriting stuff according to present-RobSlim's preferences...

but discernible
this path which we chose
to take
together it
does not allow prescience
there are growths
tender green
and flowers guarded
but we'll abstain
and continue
doubling down every loss
rambling away every gain.

- Travelogue: Chapter 3

our love meanders
as a nascent rivulet
whose waters though
once cloudied by a rush
now are become clear
purifying the deep forest's rot
our love erodes
what will become
a topography
from which with the aid of
an occasional patch of sun
a new ecology will conform.

- Travelogue: Chapter 4

The shade and wind
Our skin
Meanders a conversation we share
Whose intent is sound
Rather than meaning or words
Or syntax
Or any sort of emotional content
Pleasantly putrid scents
Linger briefly
Curtsey, dash, and wave away
This, too, is life
The respite
Effortless sweat drying
While the sun waits

- Travelogue: Chapter 2

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