Below ice
dark eyed angels
form paper doll chains
and hold their breath
bathed in oxygen
they talk about anything

And in the quiet marianas
the black parade
of the juilletiste
and the aoutien
plan the work
and work the plan

On this ice world
between sea and strand

We stand
on the shore
playing with a pretty shell
a smoother pebble

The ocean of truth before us
frozen tears spiral up into the loam

Above, the air so cold
crystal planes cut a pattern unfold
to the cold halo of the sea of love

We tell ghost stories
and wind our way
in and out of a year
and over a day

To where the waves are

In fields of ancient flowers
towering above us like guideposts
life weaves a quiet cosmos
of form, water and stone

And in the oceans
that cover the Earth
one creature hears the carrier wave
enfolding from a multiverse
collapsing to a universe
and bounded by the third dimension
forms molecules that swarm and multiply
in a drop of water

The spin
of the center
of a new world
shelters fragile beings
from solar wind
and brings the summer rain

Kittens sleep close to their mother
their eyes closed.

Starlings form a susurrus
folding like a house of cards
into a tree, happy
at sunset

Hadeon sky blocked out
dances like Melancholia
A proto moon and ancient planet
into Terra and Luna
comet rains
to sea

The Earth moves
Hadeon sky comes tumbling down
life holds on
Oxygen moves home
and starts making long distance phone calls
and eats down the refrigerator

In the dark we learned
to remember what came before
marking with bright curves
steps of time
in Mnemosyne

Life went to dark and to the tropics

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad -
take a sad song and make it better.
Remember — to let her into your heart,
then you can start to make it better.

Hey Jude, don’t be afraid —
you were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
then you begin
to make it better.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
don’t carry the world upon your shoulders —
for well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool
by making his world
a little colder.

Hey Jude, don’t…

There is a magic to film. Film as an art form challenges us to see beyond illusion, even as it traffics within it. ‘Jules of Light and Dark’ is according to its creator a coming of age film. The story is both an exploration and a warning. Set against the backdrop of open sky it uses an almost documentary style to play upon truth, identity, direction and self actualization in the context of coming of age. ‘Jules of Light and Dark’ is both a vignette and a landscape of transformation.

The film takes place West Texas, near the Permian basin…

Once upon a time
I had a friend
jusqu’à la fin

Her skin was jet black
her eyes dark
une femme de la République du Tchad
elle m’a appris à parler Français

elle m’a appris
une belle menteuse
vient de loin


avait un livre
“jusqu’à bout”



She lives
in my heart
with you.

When the night comes
all of the things that come and go
on radio
like distant early warning
and in a thunder clap
Wave a flag
Crush dreams of others

Y ahora mira,
Amor que viene,
Amor que va
No renuncies la libertad
Desafío de la expiación

Lightning strikes
play to win
Feel the fall of every drop of rain.

We’re living in a world
where we measures atoms from things
made themselves of atoms
and still there are those
whose life seems to go
from order from chaos
those who think
we can really know

We try…

Turner Rentz, III

I have a mad scientist's laugh, and I know how to use it.

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