Poetry

Struck

I don’t remember how it happened. Just the removal and glass meeting the skin, And it was my skin I meant to say, And, oh, that I might have loved him. I d...

Unpolished

You sip your Fit Vine wine from your filled-to-the-top Yeti.  You don’t want to get up to pour more. Or, maybe, you want to say you only have one “glass” a nigh...

Grief

Grief doesn’t evaporate into the sunlight of the morning. It’s heavier than the infinite raindrops falling, entrapping us with memories of stormy nights. ...

boondock saints

the poetry of your face when i look at it has dwindled and trailed off like you tend to when you don't know what to say. i have to field that reaction from you ...

107 degrees

i’m sitting in the driveway at 6:24 pm running my hands through black gravel and Arizona flower bits i’m sad i need comfort but my face feels like a...

Dan, the Man

Dan the Man keeps a polaroid in his desk drawer: himself at age 22, wearing jogging shorts, the really short kind from the 80s. His wife recently cut off all...

Grown Ocean

the problem with sunsets is they are infinitesimal and consecutive. and our bodies live in cars forever speeding to catch them. how ridiculous, to fear there wi...