poetry

Spider pinecones

In the gloaming, chilled pinecones are collected from the mauve gardens. The tallest trees reach for the first stars, the almost silver mirrored in dew. A ginge...

[To Hell With] The Beyond

An excerpt from WITH A DIFFERENCE: Turn your back to the afterlife.                      Kick dust into the eyes of it all.”                                 ...

Bitter-Pit

My therapist says she can tell when I’ve not eaten because I look pale, pale honeycombs and peaches with bruises, delicate purple patches thin skin stretch...

19 at 12:49 p.m.

In Spanish, the word mama translates to “nurse” or to “fuck with” if you place emphasis on the first syllable— a single word to mean and be the mean of th...

I WANT YOU…

(a library catalog "browse title" found poem)     I want you all to myself I want you! An experiment studying the selection effect when as...

blue / blue

piano string bones strung joints unsmoken cigarettes marionette motherings this is flora, fauna us in the quiet hoarding breath mourning fingers carving...

Coney Island

It is an enduring satisfaction for our species to make little systems and tend to them.                                                                        ...

Single Serve

There are no butterflies disguised within your plastic coffee cocoons. I, too, am a victim of addiction— I find your needle so convenient. Your single b...

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...