In Response to Loneliness
your red insides a slue of sourness from all that turning lemon into lemonade which seems to only work for Beyonce and skinny white women in lipstick ads. More
Eugene Cernan, Last Man on the Moon
Tiny metal womb falling through unended dark, captured by gray cratered daughter Moon, Earth heart torn free. More
Meena in Captivity
Meena learned to paint elephants roaming the savanna, learned she couldn't be one. More
What I Would Like to Hear
“I hear a Kawasaki ZRX and a strumming of a bass guitar coming from a few houses down and someone speaking Spanish as I turn the page to the… More
No Future in a Circle
That tingling or the tractor fumes—buoyant and a bit slow to go—still—the briefest souvenirs—all traverse a circle—meaning one more ride won't bring us ‘round— More