what becomes of children who survive us? indigo rosebuds or sunflowers risen of landfills voices made of tire swings and milk crates stick figures in sand drawn by fallen twigs…
vermilion wax seeps soft down a braided back of wick the mischievous flame swallows small devils rendered helpless shadows tremor the parquet how we rid a room of virulence tug…
Get off at Cleveland Street. You will discover a neighborhood of noise and the music will make your hips laugh the concrete is a pasture of broken nerves more importantly,…
early this morning, just after homemade coffee you drove me to playalinda beach with your right hand on my left knee and the other limp-wristed on the steering wheel, on…
you rise a witch bleeding gently in morning fanning flies from fruit you slice an avocado open and spoon the pit out sprinkle sea salt and cayenne pepper put a…