Words

oh holy poetic father your long skinny soul scrawled across the backs of thousands of naked spines and how each drop of battery acid dripped from the dots in the eyes and the...

tea leaves spell out my thursday blues my mother calls it restless mind.  Plastic tulips sit on my nightstand so that at least one thing is timeless  every morning the sun sinks into my chambers invitation...

Studying fairy tales taught Mona Awad that beauty is humanity’s kryptonite. “I’m fascinated by the shadow side of the things that we worship and hold...

Faulkner, you fucker you came on to me with your words and your prose and the things you could seeand i’m beholden, Man and what can i do wondering...

i had my thoughts in quarantine but somehow they got out and now they’re loose on the town and moving aboutand if you feel anxious you best keep...

Smiling at the paper:  it’s telling him a secret (the secret of the margin-labyrinth) Look at the sky—it’s much closer here. Hazel starry The long eyelashes.       (more...

Deep in the hills and between the streams. Where fables are passed and the willows weep. Where wind flows through the tree tops. And the children grow...

When Ray Charles asked, “Come live with me and won’t you be my love?” Gladys said she’s leaving to be with him On a midnight train...

There have been more baby ghosts lately with few fit for heaven. The air in the room is toxic. The government feels threatened thinks...

Recovering Irecover likestrength sappedfrom maple treesawaiting syruplike a broken stirrupon a runawaysteed its rider upsidedown being draggedoff intoa distance unasked forunknown or a ghostunwilling to admitthat deathhas brought the end ofbreath the sounds ofa...

Have you ever seen a bird hover just over the shallow of a lakeBalancing on the wind that whips my baby hairs across my...

...TELL. STORIES. The art to propel The electric current Shooting off the table. The fork extending from the carcass, The fork sticking out of the socket Buzzing with a potential...