poetry The Lockdown me-Tea-or-its 21 Apr 202022 Apr 2020 Hit me hard tonight. They came C r a s hInGIn on me. I needed a CapsizedFeel-Thing To conTrasT This Cyclical Mundanity: ShiftingT and w[h]at-[h]erRound&Round For days; I pour…
poetry Like a Fine Wine 19 Apr 202021 Apr 2020 LoveThat’sNever beenTasted Is [Probably]Still Delicious. Meanwhile, You can: Pass theBottle BackAndForth, MaybePierce theCork; Even, [light gasp]Open it.. ..For aLittle. Enjoy your SweetA-roma LikeIt’s theOnly thingYou have. Share Your EmptyGlasses. Make…
poetry Perhaps 13 Jan 202022 Apr 2020 Make it Nothing at all. Scrape Me out, Cleanse My Procedural palette. Make it Palatable For the Population, Blandness Is P-P-Preferable. Perforate All plans Platonically. Promise playfulness, but Pregnant with…
poetry Afterlife 12 Jan 202012 Jan 2020 I was And I wasn’t, Then. I Lied deep Inside me; Crawl Creep and Cry free. I die to Remind me. — I lived All The life I had, And…
poetry There 22 Dec 201912 Jan 2020 She is The human Puzzle piece, Displaced From The rest Of the Region. What picture Does It make, She wonders, In her absence? Each time She visits, She Returns to…
poetry Today I did my dishes 4 Sep 20194 Sep 2019 but it felt like, Praxis. most of my life I've succumb to manthraxis: the ideological practice of men. -- In third grade a neighborhood boy sold me my first ever…
poetry Instead Of men 20 Apr 2019 I’ve Taken to Another Unnourishing Consumption: Tapioca Bubbles. I drive Nearly An hour To chew Them up And swallow Them down. They’re Never As good as Anticipated. Unfulfillingly, Their empty…
poetry You are.. 24 Dec 201713 Mar 2019 dead to me like: fallen leaves in winter, pupper lying/ laying on it's back, polar bears hibernating, mimic octupi when predators lurk by; which is to say, you are not…
poetry Tell Me In The Streets 25 Oct 201713 Mar 2019 missing is honest. a week ago, only miles away we were untravelable. — after cataclysm, we sat down across my table [strategically]; acknowledging our broken infrastructure. having only been dismantled…
poetry He was fun like.. 13 Sep 201713 Mar 2019 mistaking fiber glass insulation for cotton candy; tore up my insides, but i developed a taste.
