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PoetryMy Son, My Son
We sit on the stoop for hours. A few passersby, one wearing bright red kicks, Hey man help me out. You wave a royal…
PoetryA Team of Horses Gathers Me into Heaven
You pointed out a spot along the fence in the pasture and recounted how you once snuck up behind a coyote and just to…
Poetrynew poems and a red dress
here's a new batch for you. I know that i erred when i couldn't resist and sent several times when you specifically scowl on…
PoetryThe Petrifying Things
The petrifying things that haunt me include waking up one day to realize I have become that person who enjoys the OMG Facebook games…
PoetryDon’t Wear It Out
When she says my name it feels like my skirt flipped up To check for underwear Under where my brother hid when I was…
PoetryMINOTAUR
Am I impressed? I suppose. The bull’s head, the horns, the way you puff up three times your size. Still you’re the same old,…
PoetryCome What May
We are cognizant of the black hole at the heart of all expectations, yet our love feels like an orbit; slow and elliptical around…
PoetrySomeone puts out a light
A violet aura fades to indigo along the skyline. The drug of anger, and euphoria, are extinguished— everything that gives me purpose is extinguished.…
PoetryBEAR STREET
"The creature that does nothing will get dafter! And dafter! And dafter!" A man alone keeps screaming as he walks towards Leicester Square where…
PoetryIt’s All My Fault
The wrong side of history belongs to people who eat candy corn one color at a time. Scientists say the twelve ingredients include sweeteners,…
PoetryWrite a Poem to Yourself for Your Ninetieth Birthday
Compose it now, as a guarantee of surviving this turbulent age, take it out for reassurance when you need it most, like a fifth…
Fiction, PoetryArs Poetica
I don’t use a washcloth in the shower. It’s probably bad for me. Not exfoliating, I mean. I bet someone has died from it.…