poem

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...

dinghy

Oh my gorgeous gremlin chipmunk baby I   Love you I Love you I Love you and I   Need you inside of me ew gross not like that   ...

Moon in Scorpio

Once over, and once over the moon. Your memory lingers; I’m afraid of knowing how to be or be still; the latter is misnomer.   Someday the m...

Bed Ridden

A caterpillar writhes in the water. I place it onto dry land. It dies out of spite.   I come to the lake to meet the butcher. Exchanging rot...

Dark Neon Streets

Late-night summer walks under the black glittering sky 
through lit up blue neon streets to the corner store, 
hugging each other tight, holding his back and 
h...