He said that she had and would have saidthat there was a poison gas bomb In the birthday cake I found myself pregnant and knew the devil was old but not as old as this gasthat had (and will in a distant future)fill this labyrinth of mirrors I (Eye)(and my adult child) are waiting for…

(in memory of Filip) Coughing Tigers at your doorYoung girls screaming For moreIt’s just suicideIt’s just suicideSGL November 8, 2025

Data point off the lineIt will be strange to Be that radiance of death    to have it then    stopBeacons summoning TetraLike a half remembered dream   My phantom handshake Psy energy  calling  Bright StarThe loving spectra  Glad handing the fewWho make it to the memorial     like a  Radar tracing a Class VII Entity Even Jesus will   Appear on this…

Autumn as Summer becomes WinterA blade of childlike fingersScratching at the piled leavesWaiting for the weight of snowThat rotted smellSoon to be lost in aSilencing driftThat will someday Nurture the tiny shoots Of Spring SGL Brunswick Nov. 7, 2025

We had tried with the beautiful childShe had nearly died with the beautiful childThe eyes were sparkling and the dreams were newThe future reaching through with the beautiful childFootsteps thundering DoorsRelentlessly slammingNo werewolf for this moon the endless howling The past was bright Radiant, unbreakableThe way ahead dim, fearfulfull of dread voices whisperingThe mechanical universe…