poetry
Winter's weakening grip slips into night As we journey together, Tabs under tongues, Tennants on side tables…
Week I A cold wind. Clouds forming on the ceiling late last night. Emily would call it early. “You technically are a…
George Millership speaks into Siri to see what it truly records from his feelings…
Thirteen years you run the race. Forfeit after twelve. You are now A disappointment High school dropout Welfare…
If I put on that hat each town will pray for mercy. I will catch their prayers with a fist of lead, imprison them…
a telephone line wrings itself dry, dripping love songs and farewells and see you tomorrows onto hot asphalt. words…
Fire through the underbrush. Charcoal fuel in all the dead and dying…
News hit the bed sheets like a falling lightbulb, plummeting from the cracking ceiling, shattering…
I’m not going to pretend this piece is coming from a sunlit bed with crisp, clean sheets…
Please keep your seat belt fastened while you are seated and pay attention to the preflight briefing. we know this is…
These are my people, They don’t judge you…
Consigned to my room With a cough, and Not wanting to isolate others, But not wanting to be isolated from them…
Set the microwave to 3 minutes, she reads, Throwing away the cardboard sleeve. Sleep is a healer (or so they say)…