Organizing a cabinet today,
I came across a photo of you.
It made me pause,
close my eyes,
and take a breathe.
It made me think in metaphors,
and feel the pang,
subdued and gracious
lacking want.
That was a…
Read moreNov 13 2023
Organizing a cabinet today,
I came across a photo of you.
It made me pause,
close my eyes,
and take a breathe.
It made me think in metaphors,
and feel the pang,
subdued and gracious
lacking want.
That was a…
Read moreOct 30 2023
I'd like to discuss my journey with A.I., from the existential dread that consumed me a few years ago to the reframe and the art I'm now making to find meaning in a post-A.I. world.
My name is D. Anson…
Read moreJul 24 2023
A little freckled finch chirps from behind the callous layers in my heart,
and it gives me such a feeling
that I wish she’d take me with her whenever she flies.
So I drink whiskey, and spin around till I…
Read moreMay 26 2023
I could write of the rapturous terror felt in your presence, of your eyes, your smile and such,
But thats not where my interest is sustained.
We gaze outwardly together
in the same direction.
Shared vision, shared passion,
a shared…
May 3 2023
Chicago Jazz and one or two too many,
makes me think of you.
I wanted to tell you,
I love so many aspects or your talent,
it’s the deepness I value.
I’ve come to appreciate the delicate and untamed corners. …
Apr 27 2023
People resist being pried,
even if it’s from their aching ignorance,
but no one can think their way out of loneliness,
though I could miss myself all the way to you.
The ridges of fingerprints
touch of velvet and Prussian…
Read moreMar 18 2023
A whisper wrapped in Shakespearean lines,
delicate in shadow like absinthe and orange blossoms.
Bringing the thumping chorus of o-negative hallelujah,
complete with broken throne
and cut hair.
I cannot name the spirit,
but to the red ghosted silhouette in…
Jan 24 2023
It’s late and I’m in the darkroom printing the image I made of you.
Sazerac in hand I realize there’s an image I make of you in my mind.
I think about how we all do that to…
Read moreJan 20 2023
Like burning incense
I find that you surround me,
with the lightness and curvature of wafting smoke,
peppery and aromatic when stirred with the sense of the world.
Like a salve that’s seeped through my skin, the medicine has…
Read moreApr 28 2022
I see her in everything.
every piece of art,
every romantic gesture,
every heartache, every poem,
each sunset.
Beyond reason and a world that always makes sense,
my inner everything yearns to hear her…
Read moreApr 25 2022
Chest a flutter
thumping in shadow,
with fragile wings sealed behind glass.
Passions thick
in brown glass bottles,
fix little silver virtues.
Red ethereal mercury
a gilded mirror of madness awaits any with careless ambition.
Such a beautiful thing
a…