Loneliness and I
I’m all alone. I’m wide awake in the lonely witching hours, the world sleeps, but I digress. Loneliness is a terrifying concept. ...
spring cleaning
we burn the winter away in the bottom half of an oil drum, cut up the tree that took out our garage in the last nor’eastern, neat...
Notebook (in the style of Maggie Nelson)
1. The calendar tells me I’m a Sagittarius but most mornings I feel like a Scorpio rising. Astrology cuts across hemispheres— here I am...
Some Dead Chickens, Hancock, NY
Last Sunday night chill killed the chickens in their coup, all frozen beak, flat eye— feathers off-angle, broken bone, skewered. We...
the introvert’s love letter to the invention of the door
praise be for that everyman barrier to all things too social and loud that lets me peacefully sit and watch seinfeld on repeat i could...
Combustion
Rose petals are so beautiful when you rip them from the stem and throw them on the floor of the bedroom. And its so romantic to chop...
Blue
“what’s ur favorite color” ur soft words surprise me as i lay on the yellowing grass i don’t respond i feel my skin melting off my...
Ode to the rainy walk of shame
Wet azure and cobalt sky; a tempestuous sea, that laps against the rusted bricks. Amidst the thick cascade, eyes catch the dance of ...
A Questioning
God steps on a broken bottle between bricks in a tight alley curses—lights a cigarette leans against blood-red-blocks and plucks...
trade center bowling
we break even at the bowling alley, symmetrical destruction, seven-ten split in one of five unlit lanes, carpeted walls and a crucifix...
