on star island
the rocks and shoalwater where I split my chuck tip to heel foot half-hanging all week itching frayed canvas shade crags and barnacle’d...
henry fonda
watching two westerns tuned to two channels at midnight: i: henry fonda holds a noose: o'er the man with the harmornica. he gunneddown ...
there’s bugs living in my body
when ur fingertips brush against me the earwigs that run laps between my layers of thin skin suddenly stop the little snakes that grow on...
summe vibes
the strawberry grazes her pink lips before she bites into it she catches me staring at her & her lips curl up in a smile the wind blows...
i don’t know what to do with my hands
i don't know what to do with my hands when they’re not holding u so i walk to u, but one mile becomes six days & i never even left my bed...
Nelson
Fire the panzer eight times in a salute to the furtive runaway already halfway gone dead or buried. This is their song gravel throat let...
Aught: Fulfillment
Photographs of sand. Photographs of flames. Burning landscapes. Burning philanthropy. Money speaks to means. Money speaks to deaf ears....