- May 25, 2020
I want the cure for ordinary days. Once I searched for it in a bottle, drank my way to oblivion but always woke up where I’d begun, hung-over, scraping for seeds in the bird feeder like all the other
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- January 29, 2019
i. Jagged peaks ripping into the horizon was what I witnessed as we sped down I-8, cutting through the middle of the state that is only for lovers. Signs for this cavern and that cavern, each proclaiming the biggest
- October 31, 2018
You wanted space,so I brought you up whereplanets are welcoming,stars are endless, andyour future is constant. I waited down herefor space and time to combineinto whatever you needed. But you got comfortableand decided you wanteda life with
- September 26, 2018
Brief respite atop my porcelain throne,I’m king of the degenerates.Return to the clang and clatter of droppedand raised hydraulic scorpion pincers. Bend, lift, place, ride. Shrill clarion cries form a sonorousand imposing orchestra, like free jazz sped
- May 22, 2016
On this page, I exhibit the fauvist mother gazein thirsty gouache strokes that couldn’t be undone.But my heart hides the aches of a peasant paintbrushwhose meager lines, couldn’t be made visible. On it, my father’s nose and skin
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