Maybe the moth in fact hates to fly- a maddened relief when landing, until a vicious wind seers it back up on it's inefficient wings....

One hit opens your third eye. Three hits closes your first two. One hundred flowers bloomed in June, & were pressed between pages of...

-A Pulmonary Tease(is the person who wrote this piece but not necessarily the name of the narrator.) #SamuelPayne #poetry #20172018

My grandfather gave me a Lou Gherig’s Machine which was a lot less fun than the Rube Goldberg Machine that my aunt got May in March even...

The one with the tiny tree with red lights on it And icicles forming on its gutters…] Inside we are bundled in our beds. The snow outside...

The needle-thorn cucumbers are sappy with my blood. And my knees sit on top of each other, like a perfect straight road. We peeled lemons...

that this morning I woke thinking of JonBenét because the news won’t let us let her go it’s the twentieth anniversary documentary I knew...

I’m on the phone with Roseanne Barr, I ask her, “What are you supposed to do when you’re afraid of your own body?” She tells me she...

joan of arc would lay her sword across me, glistening by candlelight polished bronze reflecting wet skin maybe she would bind my hands...

We take down the linen that hangs above the windows. Light goes in before the sun goes down over the collection of trees that line the...