A Dirty Parking Lot in Erving Massachusetts
I should’ve known it was something bigger when the radio started turning off and on. If someone really wants to mess with me, all they...
love that works hard to live
Six states away and I can hear his heart beating Our love, telepathic We are always so far from each other our brains have learned to...
tavern, popponesset ma 2018
i spent that summer waitressing at the pub down in poppy. it was always tired fathers drinking bud light in baseball hats, showing me...
Sonnets to the Shadow Father
1. My fingers are entangled in the satinette fabric of the drapes. There is a shadow stirring in the light being cast from the porch. ...
Origin
I felt the cell trauma—go back, go back—where the brain floats in cytoplasm, fledgling, scared—retell, retell—electric pulse in the...
∆∆∆
There is a fear that grips me, A future foretold in a high school psych class Which planted the seed in my mind That madness can...
History
my parents are/were divorced my father is/was dead I did/did not mourn and grieve this situation is a dense fog and I cannot see or...