Poetry

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...

sober sunday

no more shots. no more half- pours. no more bellying up   to sip high-octanes straight   from the source. only raisinless organs—no ...

DIAMOND LIFE

Two blitz kids tumble out the photobooth, a lipstick mess of highball spill and hands all over each other. As their teeth clack, their cheeks flare with Day-...

Read It and Scream

(after The Blob That Ate Everyone by R.L. Stine) There’s a scene in my story where the blob hides in the basement, licks its lips hungrily, waiting for fre...