subjugation, not safe
subjugation wait, i can explain -- i used to be feral, chewing raw meat with sugary teeth, sucking on a carcass during sleepless nights, trying to fend off boars and …
Poetry
Leonard and I had laughed hard first, then with trepidation, when Caroline, at five years old and in …
Short Story
My mind is blurry when I write. What is writing, where does it go, I do not know.
Essay
Sunny And now the sun appears – an arrogant schoolboy staring through my window – What am I doing? Just looking.
Poetry

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Friends of John, Songs I didn’t fuck to
Friends of John Can’t clear the arterial detritus, nor shake the dull ache in the pickled kidneys. They float by my bedside, in piss-golden stasis.
Poetry
Town Centers aren’t Shopping Malls
“It’s a doctor’s appointment,” I speak loudly to make sure my colleague hears me on the speaker because traffic’s …
Short Story
Rhubarb, Rhubarb
Allan and me sit on the stoop like we always do. Near the corner of West 4th Street.
Short Story
Mountain Girl Poems
Mountain Mother I learned to map the cardinal directions With the Mountain as my East, The same dirt that crowns her noble brow Scatters at my feet. I grew up …
Poetry
The Small Horseshoe Bay
She cried as they made their way down to the small horsehoe bay, on the stony path through the …
Short Story
On Filling Cups
Last spring, I decided to make the inane decision to write a love letter every day to my ex. …
Flash Fiction
Troubleshooting An Unresponsive House-Human
These overpriced, one-use icky organic wares stubbornly resisted my attempts to elicit a response. I prodded and jabbed at …
Short Story
RUBY RUBY
Limerence like wine, pouring over me in shallows of sparkling ecstasy, draining my veins of their blood until they …
Flash Fiction
Where She Went When She Was Gone
There was a woman who came sometimes to the back door of my club. She would knock four times …
Short Story
By Lamplight
In my old age before my old age I reach for a glass of water, a book on the nightstand. The Inferno is popular.
Poetry
On Reincarnation
Thoughts accumulate, and memories such as encode oppositions to oneself, the way which, when thoroughly lost in the forest, …
Essay
3 Poems
------------------------------------------- Elon Musk’s Money ------------------------------------------- What’s the point of having all those billions if you’re not willing to invest most of it to develop a kind of liquidated virtual reality …
Poetry
Urban Odyssey
The bagel rolled out of my sweatshirt pocket and spun to a stop in the bus lane. That was …
Short Story
Z
Z
do you ever feel like a half a grapefruit at breakfast A sharp metal spoon keeps asking digging and scraping the sides of you and everything You’ve made and the …
Poetry
706-343-7***
an uneven stone word round in & out but still hard to bite on. (scared it slips out my mouth) I miss your hands the leather the grease the ink …
Poetry
Rare Thoughts
------------------------------------------- An emanation of Narcissus ------------------------------------------- The Virgin with wide eyes and glossy hair the grape leaves filligreed in oaken beam add depth and heft to contingent contained thought the …
Poetry
Pull Backwards Means Push
I first saw Billy in the liberal arts building. My attention latched on to his swirly gait, though I …
Short Story
a Pit of Undulating Heart-Shaped Lights, Searching with My Tongue, Pocket Crumbs
------------------------------------------- a pit of undulating heart-shaped lights ------------------------------------------- over the looming horizon of last year we crept up to the craggy edges of great heights discussing whether the confessional impulse …
Poetry