porchlight-lit lovers, they spoon tabby over white— dream their own warm home. let the sun burn out, freeze black, so as not to...

CW: Sexual abuse I listen to a survivor of incest telling an interviewer about how there were days when we would sit as a family for a TV...

blake's opinions over his digestif (strega) they were sitting around after dinner his daughter told him that none of the girls in her...

Blue Fire When in the morning, the star grass Freezes like frostweed, I feel at home. Save for this brown button-up, which chokes Half my...

How would they know? in the moments before freezing to death warmth overcomes you like a blanket of acceptance like an embrace of...

The hunter is haunted by images of a home he once knew, destroyed — a deconstructed fox hole, a pile of sticks and stones patiently...

Handyman Special Handyman Special: it’s just right for someone with a few skills, some time on their hands and some elbow grease. That...

Two Returns to Water I’m so tired. I should be writing but instead I scan the room for spiders, the Adderall waxing off as the images...

magnolia’s cream-mottled cheek marking yet another bygone era plunked into the abyss as sorrow burrows into our roots, unfurling our...

Lucky Reincarnation or the blue hope of heaven carry no promise. Maybe I will lay in my shell, and drift away slowly or be suddenly...

How do I look darling? Everybody is a drag queen in life manicured in silky garbs or wax museum faces to suffocate their inner skin. On...

Live gold macro offensive line crowded swelt numbskull sit branch seek letter underwhelm harbinger of horizontal mania ironing t-shirt...

His frail hands are pale like the full moon and I can trace the intricate pattern of deep veins beneath the surface, like a leaf from one...

More Noise Worth Writing Down My son had too much screen time today, yet I still gave him my phone after his tablet died, reminding me...

Types of Damage, or The Michelin Man Has a Bad Day Tread Damage happens when someone ignores the warning "don't tread on me" having trod,...

You were always reading stories Of girls who did what you could not The ones who searched for spindles, dug their Flesh in and pierced...

Spilled Abstractions Flowers emerge a seasonal blossoming finds them on the front lines that separate liquidity from gravity nature as we...

i love this shit holiday inn throwback red wine in plastic cups from a screw top bottle advertised as staff’s pick the place smells...

focal planes apostrophe precedes infinity with sunrise left between us there is fall when photosynthesis runs out of film exposure green...

Born To Rue Chimneyed houses set against a red sun Frown at the morning, as under cover Of distant car-humming, things that hover By lorn...