poetry

The Dark Universe

the rationalists speak of a mystery something they can’t solve that imbues our natural history and drives us to evolve it’s the Dark Universe made up of Da...

going to acapulco

holding my fate in both my hands waiting for captain waiting for orders overboard i must and will be thrown oh let me fly to my duties lord revenants of ...

Wreck

A carnival prize torn open in a field, little fuzzes everywhere. A concrete mixer on the back of a truck whirring lazily. A suboptimal play in a board game. A f...

Directed by

The monkey alarm bangs its cymbals every morning at 6:30 for two and a half minutes straight. I walk to work through a field of white picket fences and bo...

Motels

Motels are made for poets. Or maybe they’re the result of a world without them. Creviced streams collecting leaves and remnants of gas station binges. Long crum...