Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
I am karemm jones. It is what my mother wanted to name me and my mother’s last name.
She died in 1989. Althea’s spirit is over and resides in every poem.
For David Plasterer. Always fighting.
Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die.
Unknown, grandma’s mantle
Thank you to every listener and every lover.
Grace & Power
Love the Dust
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust