This is the first piece on the collaborative dream series that I did with DMK, a friend and illustrator. I wrote this poem based on a dream which DMK then interpreted into a graphic….
Rock Pillar. Back
It could have been the voices of indistinct
conversation, or the low urban hum.
Though likely it was the sum of thousands
of barely perceivable noises speaking
together in a changing voice.
enter the bird.
exit the jet.
Pressure kept the time. Its precision was uncanny.
The oddities of visual cues dissolved into
a sensual montage.
A multitude of agenda merged into an inprobable
uncertainty as I dabbled along one.
These. These are no longer questions that make
me ache when all is well – They are merely
This is a bonus, another illustration. It evokes the frustration I feel around arriving to find the rape of my public sexual identity happening.