My whole day today is going to be writing in a notepad that I used to care about
I’m going to write about how much of a sick old bird I’ve gotten to be
how I’m an old lady in Acme throwing her discount card at a pineapple
I’m going to write in this stupid notepad about how my face hurts and so does my family
I’m going to write about how I hate you and you hate me and I’m the only one crying about it
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New Muses for a Posthuman Age
Late last year I wrote a 10 sonnet sequence entitled New Muses for a Posthuman Age, the idea being to update the goddesses and answer...
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The Moon So Close
Where did you go, Ronni, Calli? I remember you,
on a dark street years from here,
your dad’s chevy slowly rolling
by the bungalow of a dark-eyed boy
we...
