as if by ritual, I enter a polemic of loss, wherein the axis of grief lies stitched to…
Browsing: Poetry
jaan / a pulse is everything except flesh & skin & bone / beyond four chambers / makes blood pump…
Diagnosis is of secondary importance in field practice. Can you give me something? Intended to maximally protect patients from receiving…
Tie a string around my tooth and pull. Offshore dental rigs won’t drill this skull for secrets. In my mother’s…
Sometimes the bartenders fill shot glasses until the liquid bubbles above the rim and it’s impossible lift them without dripping.…
Step onto crunching parchment, hold out hands, and press the hallway walls as codices to down- stairs. As if the…
The house sparrow carries sunlight in her beak. Consider the mystery—the slight frame burgeoning with hymns against the backdrop of…
It would require a great bed of silence. We would be alone with the shadows, the childhood rocks, the woods…
“Honeymoon,” “Casseroles, or, Delicacy in Small Town America,” and “Instinct”
“Self-Portrait With iPhone”; “Self Portrait As Note To Self”; “Hashtag No Filter”; and “Turn”