Poetry

LUCID

This year the ticks emboldened as leaves greened, emboldened as leaves went gold. Nine degrees last night, French inhale mentholated vapor, scroll ...

The Dark Universe

the rationalists speak of a mystery something they can’t solve that imbues our natural history and drives us to evolve it’s the Dark Universe made up of Da...

going to acapulco

holding my fate in both my hands waiting for captain waiting for orders overboard i must and will be thrown oh let me fly to my duties lord revenants of ...

Wreck

A carnival prize torn open in a field, little fuzzes everywhere. A concrete mixer on the back of a truck whirring lazily. A suboptimal play in a board game. A f...