Published inThe POMgeometry of fleshyou may never be who you areApr 7, 2020A response icon1Apr 7, 2020A response icon1
Published inGet Insidepermission from the insidea radial nightmare — the balling in your front seat, where your husband sits when you pick him up for lunch — he called meApr 5, 2020Apr 5, 2020
Published inThe Junctionlooking twice through two edgesI sat you foul upon my lap — leers and lathering lips hopscotch from face to place where you stretch a skirt to its seam, and I want…Apr 3, 2020Apr 3, 2020
Published inGet Insideinto dead eyeletsfour knots tied fast and quickly too and the face in the frame stared back with a knowing black and white pallor, and i could tell the…Mar 31, 2020Mar 31, 2020
Published inThe POMputrid like love likeinside of you there is an armchair small enough to reject emotionMar 29, 2020Mar 29, 2020
Published inGet Insidein red crayontattered locks of night like so many other tomorrows broken against anvils of lustMar 28, 2020Mar 28, 2020
Published inGet Insidecasting yourself in plasterwhen no one would take me, there was a single bulb in your window — a beckoning of sorts that i saw through cypress whisps — and i fell…Mar 27, 2020A response icon1Mar 27, 2020A response icon1
Published inThe JunctionI Wait for Your Children to SleepHeartbeat clippings from the roadside clutter of mirth and sheltered signs strangled with thickets of early morning fog — the low valley…Mar 26, 2020Mar 26, 2020
Published inA Parent Is BornWhen I Became Daddy HappyMy two-year old daughter had been sick for the better part of the week, which meant late nights for Mama and early duty for Daddy. My wife…Mar 26, 2020Mar 26, 2020
Published inGet Insidethe white braIn the time since haze wrapped heavy like a hat across his eyeline, bracketed and opaque, the only light he recalled was the haunting…Mar 24, 2020Mar 24, 2020
