Where Eagles Cry and Vultures Laugh

It’s nearly 3:00am in the morning and I feel compelled to be honest. It’s been a long while since I last posted here. And for good reason. Life isn’t quite the same after you’ve been opened up like a fish and put back together again. I spent over half a year in extreme, nauseating, endless,…

Writing an Album at the End of Days

It’s been awhile since I last posted here. I’ve had a lot on my mind–which isn’t unusual, but I haven’t felt compelled to share anything. I’m feeling pretty good today, so I’m feeling generous. Lucky you! I started writing a new album for Virtual Intelligence in late February of this year (2019). As of August…

A Martian on Mars

There’s something to be said about feeling “foreign.” I will always be a foreigner. It’s part of the experience of human existence to feel like a stranger in a strange land. I’m a Martian wherever I go. Even on Mars.

Poisonous Please

Sweet snowy rain I hear you rumble– Breathe upon me Until the moon has failed And shattered every heaven Out of itself, out of herSelf Until the moon has failed And the fires of Her bleeding stop. Covered fully, still covered An eyeless wingless winged angel weeps No process, devouring every clock. I tear away…

The Fifth Eclipse 

In all directions, I see mountains. And beyond those mountains exist the Great Darkness. Nothingness. Abstraction. Time moving forward, dragging its rusted body across the dimensions in a spiral. Every minute inevitibility comes more and more into focus. What does it mean to End? I gorge on the Never, bringing into being a renewal of…