my brother is off to school, backpack over a shoulder eyes glued to the phone in hand white buds dangling from his ears. he doesn’t turn...

Cardboard boxes stacked high as the kitchen window, their open wings only fit for the kid to fly past the original lino floor, back when...

Something my wife Pointed Out Last night: More of my friends Are dead Than alive. It is common Stains Decrease Yet I am only 41. More of...

circles edging out the spaces the circles are going nowhere a pixel paces it- self unable to walk a straight line I think I’d run circles...

The heavy fragrance of the white Casablanca Lily mingling with the white Baferrari Lily blooming in the ninety-degree heat of my July...

Snapdragons are killer curveballs a violent wrist twist to reap a white terror, red stitching slicing sky, bending air, bursting ash a...

Being a better kind of ghost Due to the high levels of domestic accident these days, There’s a chance that I might be a newly formed...

Hibernation Comfort No one possesses this road this early. The juxtaposition of ebony tar and light, and the uneven patches where monsoon...

The eleventh month After the all the casting and the punditry We return to our yards: manicured and plain, Ignore the stray wrappers...

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Phantom Pain The little things like sitting on Zelda's Title Screen. That sad piano title theme. Pop Art, Pop-tart, spring out the...

I am the ghost though they say you are dead. A brain composed of stardust won’t rot. Those bones stacked underground I pled for you to...

A Fine Zenith A stone in my chest radiates the blue color of new fallen snow under the full moon. It rises from my gut through my...

The red tide poured from every side. I call my shrink and ask - 'when are you free?' A tormented body rolled in blood and brine. There...

House of Spirits There’s a rap, rap, rapping on my bedroom door. The rocking chair creaks. The ceiling fan light, overhead, winks in...

TONIGHT I CAN’T SLEEP because all the people I know are machines and their lives have been extracted put in a glass jar on a shelf miles...

Hostile Architecture We huddle closer to the space heater, close enough that the sparks will singe our blankets. “It’s a cult,” you say....

i. the name is a little thing someone else thinks of as a big thing but there you go collapsing their abomination to make it fit into...

about that blood but it does not make me think, it only repeats cleverly all the things. felt slippers. ugly but warm. so much of value...

Pearl Mussel Do not tell me to heal. I want no poems that call the wild geese home, or command me, behold the winter sunset, or, consider...