The irony isn’t lost on me — the sushi on my plate speaks, how tragic. On the TV fishermen haul, gut, chastise albacore tuna, their blood clotting for human livelihood and I think about Alaska, her blood-bright salmon spotted
Category: Poetry
When I bumped into the innumerate bard who’d eased out into the misty yard, unwilling to contribute applause to the astronomer’s lecture, I tried to bring illuminated Cliff’s Notes – tried to sing the equations, dance the proofs and
Smoke it like a cigarette, don’t chew it like a cigar unless you first truly study the wet & shining tip of a panatela—how tender, how slick when just lit, what delight to bite delicately as you smoke it
Tampa sleeps beneath an interstate with a fifth of vodka in its roughed-up hand after another long night getting lit. In any case, you switch hornets with bats and realize with forgot, turns out it makes a huge difference.
Chests swell thinking of what it means to be patriotic. Shoulders shake nowadays moving to cover a heart, and begin the recitation. Hat in hand, eyes on the red, white and blue wondering when recognition will strike— the perfect
No one notices when my two eyebrows try to reconsolidate their relationship —not even my wife, who often massages the blackheads from my nose. But still, I dab the dark patch with shaving cream and wonder when I first
My friend has cut himself again for Christmas and I recall his stories of a knife locking into the bones of his knuckle. I’ve only been cut badly once and I am fascinated by the severing of things— The
1. Solve for x: y do you wish to be elsewhere? If we are two passengers on two trains, traveling at unequal speeds, how soon will we each circle the earth? Tip*: The earth is not a perfect sphere,
She may shed persimmon feather boas, but there is no rebirth here. Under the damning spotlight she is diasporic lipstick from the pouting and wailing, Dubonnet siphoning into developing wrinkles, aged Jessica Rabbit incarnate, red nails and sagging contours,
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