Poetry

_______________________________________________   1. Allan Lynch racing down Kuerner’s shorn hill. 2. I could have set the sunlight anywhere, but I did so where his shadow strides beside him. 3. Brown jacket buttoned by brass. The ear flaps of his aviator hat—a pardon against the cold. 4. What is anyone’s purpose in this world? 5. Beyond […]

The Wordle of the day is adage, I struggle with anything that tries to make faith out of thin language. Who am I learning to pray to if not the thick root of god’s tongue? At the spa, I touch men under quilts of water; we are so close that I can see their breath. […]

Coarse grays disguised even in speech, even between men, mother   and the womb of law. I step inside the hollow of a dream or a skin   that belongs to my country. The domestic possessive a crime   of truth. I too have hammered this fraud. I too am guilty until   proof of […]

[          ] It is not difficult to locate [          ].  My recommendation: a museum, specifically an annex dedicated to landscape portraiture.  But how to exit safely, undetected?  That is a question of living. And camera backpacks with compartments designed for suspiciously long lenses. (Bonus credit for [  […]

A saddled horse does not make a good horse.A saddled horse does not make a clean horse.A saddled horse does not make a tense horse.A saddled horse does not make a broke horse.A saddled horse does not make a show horse.A saddled horse does not make a work horse.A saddled horse does not make a […]

spatchcocked, i splay on the table in vein in muscle        burst-capillary- inkblots           on screen syringe            overflowing tissue               blood-soaked: plum                filling. gown open, i stretch elastic past my knee and it buckles wide— cobranic        mosquito-swole.

unafraid like roast duck on a spitthere is no lawas we know itgod is all for doomscrollingwhatever that meansmere exposure effectright off the domeis he a bad personthey thought they buried mebut i was a seedcrazy sperm[to sherlock]: no shit, sherlockwe’re insects in a boxnext to a bushthat never bears fruitwild berriesinstant karmawasians are dangerousthey […]