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	<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2026 11:06:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Logo</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2020 21:14:52 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>VORTEX SUTRA</description>
		
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		<title>Homepage</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2020 16:57:06 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>Straightway from God I come into my redeeming skin. 
- Anne Sexton</description>
		
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		<title>I Hope It Never Leaves Me</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2026 11:06:02 +0000</pubDate>

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I Hope It Never Leaves Me


	

	When the world opens,what steps forward to meet it?
We are given these bodiesto move through
their brief appointments.

Let your hands learn the weight of things,let sweetness stay in your mouth,and let bitterness, too, 
have its hour.


Look how the day gives itself awayand how the old one haunts the newwith a deeper blue than you expected,nothing gets saved for later.


The heart lifts its faceto whatever light remains,ordained to open and never close,and love says to it,oh please, make me a waythrough your beautiful vaulted bones,
like how we’ll beg a band of angelsto let us into heaven.


Look and look again,look closer now.


I’ll always be here parkedby the river &#38;nbsp;so cold, so fresh and awake
I don’t need a pass,&#38;nbsp;no living thing asks
permission to want 
what keeps it alive.


Now that you see me
stand where you are&#38;nbsp;it’s already too late,

to be somewhere else.
 
	&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; 
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		<title>Butterfly LOOP</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2025 17:26:43 +0000</pubDate>

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Butterfly Loop Constrictor


	
	There are directions to go inthat have never existed in the endless tunnel of this dream a blood moon rows up the night melting the breath it touches curious atoms stripped to demons in the warm light spread like buckshot acrossthe far sky between your
hands butterlfy loop constrictor my bodyglows white at the edges evenings come loose junglewinds blow sweet and passionflowerswith their wild tendrils bloom thickabove dark shapes spun out soft beyond the bend of my body &#38;nbsp;and against your sliding skin my bones blur and split to light.


	&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; 
 


 
	
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		<title>When You Showed Me Brooklyn Bridge</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 02:41:40 +0000</pubDate>

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When You Showed Me Brooklyn Bridge



	
	When you showed me Brooklyn Bridge&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; in the morning, &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Ah god, &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; light all around you you raised your eyes and looked at me sharp“I have visions all the time” 
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; people rushing to work&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; from their nice homes &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; clutching their coffees&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; nice homes but renting&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; anyway 

there go the birds&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; carte blanche &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; nothing can hold you &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; dues are paid  &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; they’ll have to find you &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; where they find you 
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; Mexico City  &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; turning down&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; a whole lot of blow &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; too young when your mom &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; found you
 &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; on the bathroom floor &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; how you told me, 
so earnest&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; and I couldn’t sleep for weeks. 
Mad and gifted&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; baring your paintings to heaven&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; holding the light, the light drawing me closer, closer to your chest that
scented heaven&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; good god, &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; like all of heaven that’s when I taught you tears &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; that morning on the bridge&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; nobody else &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; 
knew 
you cried. 



 
	
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		<title>The Metaphysics of Flowers</title>
				
		<link>https://vortexsutra.com/The-Metaphysics-of-Flowers</link>

		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2020 17:02:31 +0000</pubDate>

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The Metaphysics of Flowers

	

	
Imagine this
I leave the lighthouse
empty, not a bird
in sight 

you emerge from the rocks
as mist, with no body 
or mind

last time you were an owl
crying over my window
I shapeshift into 5 blue
tulips in a big vase &#38;nbsp;
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; a business I know well

I hear warnings on the radio  the Atlantic moon 
sheds its light on you because the moon is no judgebut of course
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; you mistake that&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; for love

&#38;nbsp;I say: look
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; news of me won’t come&#38;nbsp;
after this &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; I am sick and&#38;nbsp;
I’m leaving the coast&#38;nbsp;
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; to be blessed on the mountain &#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; where I was born&#38;nbsp; you won’t be able to pull
my roots out of it&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp; 
but you did not come to listen&#38;nbsp;
you move into tempestuous
sweeps and whorls&#38;nbsp;
dancing like fish&#38;nbsp;
on the hook


you just want to be seen&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; you know
I can’t dance, at least 
&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; not in this form&#38;nbsp;

flowers stay still 
but they are very psychic
how they lean to the sun
and know when to die&#38;nbsp;&#38;nbsp;

flowers don’t force life to last

or cry what’s left unsaid.&#38;nbsp;

 
	&#38;nbsp; &#38;nbsp; 
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		<title>The Mock Mirage of Astronomical Objects</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2020 02:23:03 +0000</pubDate>

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The Mock Mirage of Astronomical Objects
	
	





















Twilit rooftop in the class of young, all-american men clearingsix feet clean, swarthy tans summer bent still over their bones 

what of America supremewar and worship I walkyour kingdom’s line withdog-faced poems running loose in me 

there you stoodfixed vortex on the farmaking steady steady 

I seen you in three cities
from New York to Wichitatwo summers passed us, nowthey are all one you glide amid galaxiestailing a phantom, tellingyou her life hung that moon huh thatgold hoop in the gu-gutterface up in the red light I fold my royal flush you talk your tongue out of motion, dead
 or asleep cabrón you please hauling the silver ballto my feet
swirling it opens 
and englobes in bright 
glow, swift night goes 
psycho, while apples 
sweeten in the tree.
	
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		<title>Dirty Money Sanitize</title>
				
		<link>https://vortexsutra.com/Dirty-Money-Sanitize</link>

		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2023 21:25:37 +0000</pubDate>

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It Slips Backwards &#38;nbsp;


	
	
Come in, come in
you seat me next to the kitchen window
I watch you slump and divide
like something I know, I know
broken down the middle like silence

 or two halves of the moon
or split-spoke wheels spinning backwardthe night I astral hydroplaned your Droptail &#38;nbsp;you called it ritual sacrifice at the villa in Corfu your best man-to-bedrew me in the grand hall&#38;nbsp;
adrift in haze til I woke you 
til I folded down like silk&#38;nbsp;
the gun up to his jaw damned in a trance,
a stranger, the naked blue-veined place,&#38;nbsp;
eyes turned backward like classroom clocks
the same ruined scene I draw by memory
it comes to my door with no place to go
clocking the miles and making me pay&#38;nbsp;

hold still, nobody else&#38;nbsp;
just a shape and a shape how I know&#38;nbsp;
what this is, I know what this is
the usual miracle.&#38;nbsp;
	
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		<title>Kill Switch</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2023 00:14:12 +0000</pubDate>

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Kill Switch

	
	
Now as a penalty for my skill, by night, I walk in the dead center of my act. If Judas go forth, providing his gifts for the altar, I come with words but no language, giving back all my nine slippery lives. There’s a switch that if you flip can show you more than you ask. Hearing the gruff knocking at the door. Lest out of spite just to come out into the light where God has gone. My brother enters my room. He draws the curtain. “You should get up. Get some air.”&#38;nbsp; I drag my eyes. Brutal stare at the glare of the day. He hangs over me, crossing into dreams that endow me. “Life is two choices, you know. You can stand roped in the ring. Or you can start to swing.” He lifts me from the bed, through hoops of hazardous half-moons, cyphers from bad oblivion, this plum pool where empires sit smug in my hand. Here becomes there without ceasing to be. He runs the water cold. Cold. How cold it got — silk gown against my skin deepening the chill. But I am not scared, ever, of this gangway that mangles the glee of gods. Let this gaudy miracle happen to me, come out to me like a blistered animal and sink your teeth keen into each brave limb. Head back to heaven, eyes closed, I cry out to a band of angels, fraying at their flawless seams, singing in retrograde symphony: “I beg, I beg, I beg.” &#38;nbsp;


	
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		<title>No End to Love</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2021 02:09:07 +0000</pubDate>

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		<description>THERE’S NO END TO LOVE
THERE’S NO ROOF TO THIS HEAVEN</description>
		
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