Poetry

An Easy Death

‘Darkling I listen; and, for many a time/ I have been half in love with easeful Death’ Keats, Ode to a Nightingale I'd like to book an easy death, please....

Homecoming

there’s a window/maybe it’s an opportunity/and maybe it’s just a window/beneath the grey sky/a maroon couch sits on hard wood/i sit on the hard wood/friends tal...

BAD HAIRCUT

My haircut wasn’t going well. I looked like how seashells feel when they are first sewn to the shore. The person cutting my hair explained that this was pa...

Smoke Break

Loyalty is molecular, rasps the night, its throat scored with string lights. But sister-in-law— Klonopin sometimes unrhymes your DNA from my wife’s. ...

Think of the bros

the bros and their podcasts, the bros and their hurt; consider their cherished FACTS DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS; think of their parents, steroid-ho...

owl

Dysfunctional relationships aren’t nearly as fun as they seem in the movies. No wacky sidekicks cracking wise or hilarious hijinks begging to ensue. It’s jus...

Ode to the RedBull

A divine can in my hand teases me, all beckoning with its colours of blue and white. I am unable to resist, and so I’ll be inhaling its vital light. I’ve ...

Something Weirder

Maudlin House wants me to write something weirder— It’s a no on the love poem in the style of Yeats. Fair enough. “Never give all the heart” and all that… Ma...