So I talked to Alan last night,for the first time in a long time.You heard that his wife left him, right?She joined a cult.Which is kind of hilarious.I mean, it’s very serious and sadand a […]
Category: poetry
behind glass, glenn gould’s chair
canted, wood worn like copper plate and cushionless, the boon companion— over even the muse and his canon— sits full sung, with the wurlitzer toccata smeared across its keys by breath wandering, attempt at dialogue. […]
Sunday Stew
When people ask me how I’m doing, I point to my sternum Tell ‘em it’s a crockpot under there That if I’m going to cook down all the hurt, I may as well go for […]
Barbaric Yawps and Methane Emissions
Kids are born into hopelessness, now. I mean, other people’s kids. I don’t have kids. I wouldn’t, it’s not fair to them. I roll my eyes at every wide-hipped woman I see. There is no […]
Second Date
Brody’s Blacksmith Shop serves until midnight and the dirty little taco truck (one town over) serves tacos to all the drunks until the drunks decide sex is an option. I brought him whiskey to the […]
skin
My grandmother is wrinkled leather that dried under the sun while my aunt is slightly smoother, lathered in lotion and tanned appropriately My skin is not as dark as theirs and I forget sometimes that […]
happy birthday
my brother and I witnessed a funeral of families breaking apart we gather dirt under our fingernails ten black half moons trying to bury it all I cannot look at the motherland she will be […]
Rejection Letters 