poetry

Huh?

I have a hard time with milky tennis shoes and photographs of champagne. The void insisting it is not a void. Especially when I’ve tasted plaque and evict...

Dermatitis

Just like I lick my wounds I have been licking my pink Himalayan salt lamp praying for ions to heal me I know I shouldn’t swallow the industrial grease wi...

Shopping for God

This could be my last magic trick - choosing a wardrobe for God from the shit human minds alone could create, Do we really need a professional shopper to pr...

Witchcraft

You are the voice of Stevie Nicks, and I am Lindsey Buckingham’s guitar chords strumming Rhiannon out of the coffin in your ribcage. Copper wire luring Sale...

Superstition

I bought a book of poetry titled depression is a thunderstorm and i am a scared dog and I wanted to revise it, change ‘depression’ to ‘life’. I think about...

Ape-Like

lines in italics written by Josh Olivier   We sit stoned on the couch, our feet sweaty and outstretched. The smell of them in the air. You read...

hibachi night

we watched a guy build a volcano from an onion. this seems to be going well, i thought. turns out, i actually do like sake. we watched a guy make fire by lighti...