A found poem
a kind of green light in
the western sky. it
stopped beyond the
pine trees— a distant,
heavenly body. there is
nothing to fear: god’s
han...
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...
I wake pale and encircled
encircled by a purpling
A purple encircling
encircling my orbits
I orbit strangely
strangely orbited
My gravity uncertain
...
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-...
Light fractures as it hits
the chandelier, swaying
over my sprawled body —
ruby, plastic, dripping;
droplets suspended,
each fake crystal an eyesore,
a cr...
Gladly I will go get you the moon,
and I will put it into your new apartment,
so that you will not be so afraid of the dark.
While I am up there, I will br...
Drooping hazel eyes
affixed to the back of a
can of Lucky Energy,
I am regaled with tale of
Mr. Lucky, who survived a
plane crash that killed 136.
My ha...
(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...
A bat in the Biblioteca,
dodging between Dickens and Don Julio,
a critic who couldn’t decide
if he preferred poetry or mezcal….
The intrusion of feral cha...
Armless Eddie rolls a joint with his feet as sun sets, Stillwater Park’s benches moist from the day’s sweat. Eddie works it eyes closed, toes like knitting need...
san francisco start-up utilizes whale shark mail service to improve american economy tenfold.
hatsune miku endorses anime waifu chatgpt wrapper for prime minis...
Wake up.
Mosquitoes fucking everywhere.
Goddamnit.
Fucking got drunk and left the window with no fucking screen open again.
Walk over to the fridge.
My...
The stage was warm tonight and finally
someone had heard of me before I faced the crowd.
There’s a love story I never tell but I gave it away
in Indianapolis an...
How do you make an omelet, and why do you think my forehead
looks like this, and do you really never think about ghosts?
I need to buy some rugs to remember I...
Really it's become my strong suit.
Am I fizzling out?
My pale thigh baking
in the windowsill.
What a lovely bouquet of dahlias.
I'm pissed off even by ...
i offer my deepest regrets
for misreading the vibe
at the John Deere Netflix Unscripted Series Pre-Awards Show Cocktail Half-Hour event Tuesday night.
we a...
The lecture was about dystopias, and a student told me about this series.
Later, I watched it with my son and husband, and our thoughts coincided.
In the ag...
You left
but forgot to log out of my grief.
Now your ghost plays sad playlists
on my Bluetooth speaker
at 3:17 a.m. sharp.
The neighbors think I’m haun...
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...
Outside working.
Texas Summer.
Hot as fuck.
103 in the shade, man.
Transistor radio tuned just right as always.
Turn To Stone by Joe Walsh.
Fuck yeah.
...
Morning coffee is computer.
Single origin microchips,
binary pour-over brewing
a bitter data flow of
faux liquid processing
power. Perfect pairing to
a mo...
You grab the glass bottle from the vanity you built for me.
“What’s this doing here?”
Men love to take away my baby bottle.
“You’re not drinking today, you’r...
Baltimore
blue tattoo of a womans head on right upper chest
blue tattoo of 2 hearts & name charlet ann on right upper arm
blue tattoo of woman wearing a ...