Boom
Wish I could've went to Stonehenge to find what the ancient corpses dug up I hear they're trying to resurrect…
Category: Poetry
Santa’s on Xanax
Sitting -- toe deep -- in the white-beach pseudo-snow, the tides tying time into knots of irrelevancies . . .…
Woman II and Impressionist with Synesthesia
Light clinging to my teeth, the pulleys in my cheeks playing tug of war relentlessly, wondering if the noise of…
Drifting Apart
Sun’s unfiltered poisonous rays. Crusts of Algae scum. Slow amoebic waves. Bubbling magma of words. Pushing and scraping underneath. Movements…
Magazine and Other Poems
Magazine You open up at me Quotation marks drool and There are so many breasts. The Land of Oz is…
The Life of a Grape
A glass cloud is your new mask: Inhaling the sweet fumes you drift, sailing on sweet melting laughing intoxicated loving…
Dance Lessons
Tall figures dancing and oblivious to the surf-puddled sand were mirror images of a pair lithely waltzing in a dimly…
Origami Boy
He was a mindful youth, a far cry from the silver spoonfed Aryan cupboard “It’s off to the ovens for…
How to Write a Poem
You start, predictably, with your past; gather it in a large pile and throw it all away. Despite what everyone…
Recipe for Disaster
step 1. stay here beside me variation: let me go step 2. tell me what to do variation: watch me…