Status Updates From Advances in Embroidery: Poe...

"i am not a son and not a father not a husband or a lover mot an uncle or a brother nor a subject to random search."

"in new york one must promptly discard waste into correct bins; in syria one must try to not be buried beneath it."

"the cypress broke like a minaret & slept in the road in its own austere shade, green & dark as it is."

"this is oblivion: to remember the past but not remember the story."

"here we will die. here in the final hallway. here we will plant an olive tree with our blood."

"i am from here & there yet neither here nor there. & i will throw many roses before i finally reach my rose in galilee."

"i am from here & there yet neither here nor there. & i will throw many roses before i finally reach my rose in galilee."

"& how beautiful damascus,
beautiful is she
- even with my wounds."


"for in damascus lies a damascus,
if you wish: a damascene mirror
for my soul."

"recent as this morning syrian children are piled high are plowed through the bodies packed flesh to corroding flesh washed up on european shores & left in streets to rot the jets overhead drop bombs not leaflets bombs not flowers bombs where have the flowers gone?"

"summer sun father wind i am yours: embrace me."