In a Sign
Hello to June!
Hello to June!
Things have been a bit slow, but hopefully — they will become a bit more fervent soon. I thank all who read and subscribe!
In a Sign In a sign I am lost to the heavens that spill nectar and garbage the fecund crisis that doesn’t neglect my attention— the conversations I witness from this apex of dreaming announce themselves with high pitched squeals and flow in rage from recognition to masquerade all is abstract when a nemesis is nudged to life beneath a butterfly pavilion a river bobbing with black hats and flowers I am ready for you to know who I am without an apology while a smile is a secret solvent my hung teeth my nephilim on the bridge to a cascade I will bargain again in preparation for a holy day reserved for random strangers and robots and only the secretive survive in this land of open promises— Max Wolf Valerio, June 4, 2026
Happy 100 birthday to Allen Ginsberg! He inspired me in my teen years and beyond and I was lucky enough to study with him briefly at (then) Naropa Institute in the summer sessions of ‘76 and a bit beyond into ‘77 and ‘78. If you haven’t read “Howl” you should. And more of course… his work informed my “long line” in my youth and more than that, my sensibility. More on that… soon… I think…
