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March 5, 2018

Stop motion animation has never looked finer. Laika Entertainment LLC, whose filmography includes 2012’s ParaNorman and 2014’s The Boxtrolls, have brought to life yet another solid feature, this time set in ancient Japan.

Kubo and the Two Strings follows the narrative s...

March 5, 2018

His fingers across the clay ridges
Of my valleys, because he
Likes the way it sounds.
I’ve been showing him where I hide
My pockets of time, in the cavities
Of my back molars.
I’ve been painting my ribs
Blue to match the spokes of
The tires on the bike
He learned t...

March 5, 2018

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March 5, 2018

I don’t want to forget.
I want it to linger.

To make a nest in my body
And burrow in the depths of my being.

Until it nibbles its way to the trigger,
And rage thrusts me forward;
Until my suffering heals the broken,
And moves the motionless:

My pain will be felt
By everyo...

March 5, 2018

A man without a job
Parades around with a rusty old car key
And judgements far too abrasive to be helpful.
His pockets full of scratch tickets,
A beer belly that never dissipates for his
Fridge is filled but lacking food.
A spotless house with not a spec of dirt.
And a...

March 5, 2018

I. Whiskey Ship

There is a frozen piss stain in the snow
Beneath his hips and betwixt his haunches.
Just a bum, who succumbed to the butt
Of some cosmic joke.

His fifth of bourbon beats in his fist as his
Handle of crimson life juice shatters
Against the pavement of his...

March 5, 2018

He who wants honey
must abide the bees.
But, the bees are going—
Our glazed eyes avert.

I am the speakeasy,
I will tremble against the
amaranthine snows forever.
My brittle bones crumble, I crumble.

You will encounter one million
different people in your whole life.

As pa...

March 5, 2018

You wanted so badly to show me
All of your brain tissue on that couch
Sticky with tears on the television as
It moved in the wind in front of us
You spoke quietly and softly I watched
It and you with no words the leaves
Were carried away by the wind leaving
The gray as...

March 5, 2018

Sybil waits for answers with one hand raised high and the other
pressed firmly against her neck. Her pulse gasps in time
with internal symphonies, but it is not life she strives toward.
Her soul rests where her head connects to her spine.
The lines of her vertebrae cri...