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PoetryThere are mornings when
There are mornings when "Good Morning America" wakes me up and I don't need to open my eyes to know you're still not home…
PoetryLost in a Small Closet
Bone yellow light from a forty watt bulb warms stale air and clings to the skin of my funeral coat. My starched cotton shirts…
PoetryMaureen and The Redeemer
Across from the fried-egg fug and clatter of the café a woman stands ironing in the big bay window of a first floor flat.…
PoetryI CAN’T BURY THE CORPSE OF YOUR MEMORY
why do you come to me in this satanic moonlight? you who were the red balloons of summer. you who were every love song…
PoetryUpon My Return
The neighborhood will be an old body whose cells have turned over. Long dormant ghosts will animate like leaves beneath a passing car. No…
PoetryIt Never Changes
A homeless man begs. His cardboard sign, written in crimson— the world’s out of balance, Armageddon is nigh. Without being seen huge mountains of…
Art, Poetry.her sister.
she was drawn again yesterday with her sibling though it did not look quite right so shall i tear the sister off?
PoetryHe Is That Sun (For Tut ’22)
rolled by a beetle over your sky, everyday. Cover your eyes in kohl against this young gods glare. Inhale cinnamon oil smoothed into warm…
FictionFreedom is a game of loss
Hey, Because I dropped my phone in the water and learned that sleeping masks are not tripods, I'm writing this in my notebook, sitting…
PoetryPoultry Competition
Never mind "unnatural"! Natural is sold at supermarkets wrapped in non-recyclable plastic. Wrapping. Don’t get me started. My rooster can stand on one leg…
