A Black Dog Sits and Waits Just to wake up on a Saturday morning and have all the answers, that would be good. This is all there is. I...

The Very Hungry Caterpillar Imagine if March was a summer month whose beard said jadedly, you’re too young to be jaded, and the world...

I wear a hat. I play golf. (Sermon from The Donald)   Let golf be elitist. Be expensive, take the land. Let people work hard and aspire...

messy, always messy void of time - memories made spent instead mouth fixed to the neck of a bottle and sleep but still dreams full of...

People have no problem being cruel. Find a dying rattlesnake  On the side of the road in the Angeles National Forest? Google if you can...

Asterisk Mouths swill with passions no mouths could slake, maladies shifting, new madness waits, shiversome tryst above sacred bough* *...

Turpentine   I am stealing a pine tree:   Blimp as my getaway vehicle:    In this velocity of recklessness, lighting matches in the ether...

Lioness   How I would be fibbing if i claimed misery hadn’t ever been faked in a keenness for contempt, that i haven’t snaked past a...

Full of Flame A heart A mind My beloved’s name Train your brain To count the steps To sense terrain If a cobra strikes It wins the game...

Red said yesterday he wanted to get down and do some real talk. I said okay but I was nervous as hell. “Let me ask you,” he went. “Are...

A little bear crawls across the road, straightens itself on small hind legs. From a distance, huddled as one, we watch in parkas that hug...

Here I Am without warning. Without a coat.  I risk getting taken to task over  meaning. This makes me feel nervous. Porous like a...

Broadcasting from the End of the World   ​​​​​​1. “America loves to repeat its mistakes — one half the world drowns while the...

Here Comes That Season  The stones heat up for a brief period. Their cold heart, beginning to add another layer made of leaves, surface...

Aural Sex Your voice, wraps around me like strong arms holding me tight. My whole body opens to catch each thought as they fall from your...

I think that nothing magical can be accidental  I’m desperate for affection and attention and I’m convinced  every symptom’s gonna kill...

CW: CSA and suicide. These pieces explore themes of trauma, grief, and the burden of memory, confronting the emotional weight of personal...

There’s something beautiful about December, as she slinks from the sun. And, we climb to our roofs with cracked knuckles and chapped...

on television to capture you they show you a countdown  to christmas a countdown  to elections all pretty much interchangeable like some...

Loading the Truck Sweat glistening on my forehead like some family heirloom I've always thought worth more than it truly is, while the...