Writing

Last Year’s Census

Eventually, we stop counting; the final bird of prey rips out the throat of the penultimate field mouse and dies soon after. Beyond its…

Bliss

I took out the darkness​ and added an em dash,​ for now​

survivors

one day a year the sky turns violet motorcycle exhaust floats up and dissolves against a hard sun they rev their engines until their…

A Messiah Morning

Poem read by by Soodabeh Saeidnia in the Farsi translation she created: https://soundcloud.com/soodabeh-saeidnia/a-messiah-morning This is one of four Silent Lotus poems included in the bilingual anthology Persian Sugar in…

Curating Dust in Digital Times

My mind is a musty record crate. Schlepped around. Only exposed to monthly swap meets, and nostalgic nights. Brush decades of debris from my…

Pale Yellow with Self-Doubt

The day was so tender it almost broke (us) in two the buds on the trees lime-toned and ready to uncoil the doves not…

Unpublished Page

#Metoo Today

The sex falls in flecks and sputters as the limousine windows slide down more laughable gracelessness Matt Lauer and the ridiculousness of his James…

On Labor

The really efficient laborer will be found not to crowd his day with work, but will saunter to his task surrounded by a wide…

TIMOTHY

DOOR MAT

I can still remember how annoyed he got the first time I used it, “Door mat,” the way his mother let a brute of…

After

Steve Richmond was a mainstay of the American little magazine scene of the 70s and 80s. He gained notoriety not only for his extensive…