poetry

LEFTOVER GIRL

To write myself, I filled an inkwell with remnants from my clothed wrist and drew a needle into my vein;   I engraved memories in the shower, tiles sp...

ABSENTEE POEM

It’s when we are near— in the same room or closer still, say, sitting side by side—that I miss you most. When we’re truly apart, it’s okay, expected, to ...

Bees or Something.

i find the world to be mostly tolerant of me which is boring to me it shouldn’t be, i guess it should be preferable but no, i don’t really like nicen...

First Kiss

He was training me to be revolutionary. We spent late nights watching Al Jazeera and eating hummus, me learning from him what news without bias watched lik...

JUNK

JUNK   Moan the quiet night! All of the music is upstairs ...the stereo is there.   The cigarettes I light give a purpose to my thoughts .....

Google Knocked

Google Knocked   Google knocked on my front page and pushed its way in, deciding just for me, the most worthy headlines of the morning, like the bat...

choose your own

choose your own     1                     gummed palms white knuckle 2                     a gristly rope 3                            ...

vertebrate

vertebrate   he uses my spine as a doorstop, lets the angular bone of my first lumbar prop books open, & sometimes acts as a hastily found paperwei...

Calaveras

The Calavera is a Mexican form of satire poetry, usually poking fun at individuals who are alive. The poems are written like epitaphs.     Wes...

Analog Dreams

Analog Dreams   You came to me in cave paintings, in vibrant vibrations, in a magnitude of otherworldly measures. And you explore your entrances and...