My name is Karl—etymologically, “one who is free.”

I am a dreamer, a magician, and a fool. I am a poet, a philosopher, and a king.

I received the gift of language from my father, who was a French poetry translator.

From my mother, I received a deep intuitive mysticism & an innate openness to God.

As their son, I am a poetic translator of the mystical experience.

The schools and screens tried to program this out of me, but they failed.

Now I travel the world with the wand that is my typewriter, and I write people magical poems about their hearts, or whatever else they choose.

My greater mission is to bring greater harmony between Heaven & Earth, and to offer my writing as a pathway of soul remembrance in a world immersed in amnesia.

On my path of remembrance, I’ve discovered a deep passion for the somatic & vibratory essence of words—how words are living, breathing carriers of sacred breath & meaning.

So when I write & dance with poetry & prose, it is like painting with hieroglyphic traces of God’s universal breath, while witnessing this breath discovering itself through my own heart.

The depths of magic and mysticism I find in this experience are often indescribable, and yet my role is to translate them into the ever-evolving dream that is language itself.

In this chapter of my life, I am a typewriter poet. In chapters to come, I aspire to do deeper work in the intersecting realms of etymology, linguistics, astrotheology, mythology and metaphysics.

How exactly this unfolds, I leave to God, with gratitude for where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’ll be.

Thank you for being here. I pray my writing hands may be of service to your heart & soul, on behalf of God, creator of all Truth, Goodness, Love, Divinity & Freedom.