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all poetry is propaganda // world views are cultural // existence requires non-existence in its opposition // the effect of his actions were theatrical // the intention practical // qualifying language is abusive to discussion // the intention of her actions were measured by effect // poetry is prospectus // they promote their propaganda as ethical--a good-use of language // practical // effective
Current projects
︎For a Lack of a Better Word [coming soon]
︎Pigeons at Breakfast [coming soon]
︎KROTCH Magazine
︎2022
︎Prague Poetry Anthology: Soutterranians [featured]
︎KROTCH Magazine
︎OBJECT:PARADISE Volume II [featured]
︎2021
︎ OBJECT:PARADISE Manifesto
︎2019
︎ OBJECT:PARADISE Volume I [featured]
︎ Seen in
New Lit on the Block :: New Note Poetry (New Pages)
November 2022 Issue (South Flordia Poetry Journal)
Soutteranians, Prague Poetry Anthology (Kafkadesk)
Summer 2022 Issue (New Note)
Bejavu Live ! (Divo Institute)
Instant Nostalgia (A2 Magazine)
Žižkov, Where Are You? (iTvar Magazine)
Tyko Say of OBJECT:PARADISE: Five Things You Need To Write Powerful And Evocative Poetry (Authority Magazine)
There’s a Projection Of Hope & Solidarity In Vinohrady (Prague Morning)
Description of a Struggle (Isolation Collection)
Amerika (Isolation Collection)
Alienst Manifesto (Interrior Ministry)
Oroboro Volume II (Death Rattle)
Smíchov (Časopis Ink)
Paradise Poems from New York & Prague (Culture Smuggling)
Neighborhood of the Month: Kačerov (Culture Smuggling)
High Mountain Valley Local Authors Collection (dPress)
it is time to undress / the semantics / of synchronized thought, the sound / the relationship of lips and phrase / unmasking the face / as front of head / eyes awake and mouth unfound & / folded as a moment. / you have come here as you / r body / and the ribbons in his hair / are velvet / i love you / love me / s/he says / with no found mouth / until it is / and it is the act / of undressing / creating / & contexting semantics / when you / me / w/h/sh/e / become / the velvet ribons / which so soft / lay across our face