-09.10.2024- Imaginatively kinetic contemporary and urban dance. Above is the byline on Sol Invictus's poster. By all means, there's no...

-03.15.2024- I like answering questions. Sometimes people who don't know me may assume I am a person of reticence (which is evidently not...

-11.02.2023- What counts for moonlight? I Wonder As if one day should it matter to me. Is it The pale skin of a lonely boulder Drifting...

-01.29.2024- Although the first tedious post I made here is unlike many of the archived ones, which was basically day-to-day rap-up of a...

-10.31.2023- Be it a Gait hovering back and forth in my mind. Be it Le Noir et Le Rouge being dressed, and I always addressed. Be it...

-09.15.2023- It's distinct enough to link a ravishing blink. Two swings made, a sinking dream, fading ink. Got a nature of oblique, over...

-08.24.2023- Le noir et le rouge are not like Black and white That stand in opposite, Defined in a clear line. Those cannot be blended,...

-08.12.2023- The beauty of twilight lies In its moribund life, As if our delight now happens To be alight, when speaks Goodbye. So be it...

-06.28.2023- It has to be faced; And it IS being faced; But faced guarantees non Of resolutions done; It has only to grip, To fasten, to...

-06.26.2023- Hit upon, turn, and smile Is my impulsive style To tell the pulchritude Of such an aptitude. Aptitude Yes Altitude Yes...

-05.19.2023- Black and white be the choice. Stayed inside is mellow wine. Something he vowed to refuse With every drop of glowing ooze....

-05.08.2023- Myriad million sparks lie in front & On busy-stilted sheets, subcelestially slumped, Slugging serene by no means. Still...

-04.27.2023- Eworms wiggle’ in heavenly halos grown into discrete linage of Spring. Those creatures merged in obsession of yore now dwell...

-01.22.2023- Rush, rush, I rushed at him, someone entangled with pigs. “Falling is coming. I got no need, so you should bear nothing me....

-09.01.2022- Could it be a winter? Without a bitter. As the sculptor perspires, Arcs etched belong with yore. Withering weathering wind...

-Archived on 01.19.2022- I I spoke to moon now and then Said you ain’t there where and when. Will I be here till the end? II I would like...