poetry

Passenger

At fourteen, acutely and newly voiceless I became preoccupied with the basking shark. From an animal family typecast as vicious and soulless and yet itself...

Undelivered Mixtapes

Rainy Nights & Pillow Fights: The road trip we took upstate when you spilled coffee on my sneakers…that was one of the last messes we made that we could blo...

CUT LIKE A WIFE

I.  I gave myself away because I wasn’t my father’s to give.  My bone tulle train snagged on the splintered steps descending from the sweeping veranda of ...

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hollower than an engine or whittled upstart fiction a geyser is a fissure a flame a wasting fluid cruder than an ordering an orphan want, an early stain...

Cosmic Laugh Track

That vomitus vortex In the hollow ass-end of depression Begins to resemble forever All events – Like a scarecrow slow dancing With a mop Pain beyond...

B-Movie

Lynch is sitting on the redwood porch of my parents’ house, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the cops to show up. It’s been a long night—the kind of night littl...

Viral

in the future there are tickets to failure buy one see me forget my little brother's graduation watch your cat miscalculate cabinet height or vase breakabil...

Star Guide

The Insomniac's Guide to the Stars, its numberless blank spaces and the smear of gravity for those who don't like reading. A vast assortment of corners whe...

The Blackest Day

Sometimes, I can’t see it, what some call freedom. I can taste it, condensed milk, a can opener, my pinkie circles the rim of the mouth, Lady Fingers, plump, ...

Moon Phase

According to Lacey, the moon’s a paper donkey on which humanity pins its desires & we’d buckle under longing if it didn’t bear the weight. These last two...