Brothers

“It’s just you and me now, Buddy”—which made the beatings more frightening, no one to intervene, nothing to stop him from hurting me but his own maimed morals.I never… More

The Houselights

because each entry in the lexicon / is a live wire whose root is charged by a / holy fire, as / when a canon shot in a play… More

Dream Life of Butterflies

I looked around at all the busted windows, the buckled sheets of corrugated iron nailed up where the doors had once been, and further along where a row of… More

Swell

There is yeast in the air as well / as sadness / I’ll lick the tears from / wherever they land / I just love / to get dressed… More