- inertiaperhaps wine was the only sea shade we needed
- antimeatpoem for those with mineralistic sympathies
- 2023poem for the arbitrary end of the year
- Stop correcting meIt’s one thing to remain fond of what was; it’s another to harness your time to those no longer present. Not the dead – they have whatever you give, which is enough even if nothing – but the living who don’t think of you. The ones who don’t give you room even in thought. WhoContinue reading “Stop correcting me”
- Early morningTwo blocks wide, footing rough, the path curves up and away from you. To your right, the wall is soft, bluish, cold. The wall is flesh. The slightest pressure bruises, the surface more delicate than expected. If you push further (of course you do, just to see), it breaks and divots and weeps a mixContinue reading “Early morning”
this is where i keep my things
all of them whatever i need
it’s up to the whole of me to fill pages and electricity
with letters to myself
when was the last time you took up enough space?