By Richard Mather There is nothing real anywhere, neither outside of us nor in us. I know of no being at all. Not even myself. Images...

By Richard Mather Kneading Substance [2706__0024] ebrah k’dabri - “I will create as I speak” I am kneading this substance into shape,...

On the other side of the optic glass, Ishmael's albino whale of the sky Leprously blemished, ghastly white.

By Richard Mather You can hardly say that I abide by the rules of political commitment or that I affect the diction of the dispossessed....

A tool for imitating movement, For the small things that penetrate, For the breath's expulsion ...

By Richard Mather It learns nothing. It does not remember, Cannot remember. It just is, repeatedly. Without memory, without life. A...

By Richard Mather objects are luminous: their light appears on the intellect’s horizontal plane, that boundary between knower and known.

Coldly satanic is the phantom moon whose hollow shell is the alien body of a god who hatched and died too early.

By Richard Mather Memory is a cloud wherever my body is; A fog of the virtual enveloping the actual. The past contracts to the present at...

By Richard Mather Embosomed in stillful bliss no longer, the Infinite Spirit moves, and by degrees makes finite the substances of...

By Richard Mather I There is (if you care to know), a flower of folly growing On my brain, on the surface of the matter’s deep. Fit for...

By Richard Mather There is, in my head, An erroneous equation: A bad amount, a figure wrongly calculated. It doesn’t add up. I am...

By Richard Mather enfolding all into himself, upgathering from all sides and corners, mix- ing dark and light, warm and cold, Adam...

By Richard Mather From the tangle of its roots, To the nests in its hair The tree blazed white and blue. And the tree sang the Lord’s...

By Richard Mather [Disguised.] Yes, it is I. In I come, out I go. Yes, I am it. It writes. I will write a supplication. Here. Now. As...

Cryptic By Richard Mather The scent of a foreign newspaper in the morning: New ink on old investments and trades. While down in Berlin,...

By Richard Mather “I woke up to find They’d really put the man in salamander… But if God wanted a salhumander He would have done so… Let...

By Richard Mather Having material weight, a poem can be shaped, sculptured and refined; erected as units, structures, factories,...

By Richard Mather Be natural! But how if one happens to be "unnatural"? – Nietzsche, Will to Power #66 ...for how should man force nature...

By Richard Mather I was a lonely cripple Seeking shelter; I heard thunder, saw fire. Sleeping too much, Snow on the rise. My bones warm...