Brains
The highway stretched out ahead forever, flat and dark, like vhs tape.
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That Night
A moth kept hitting glass. I watched it lose.
Velophilia
Bikes are time travelers, Magnanimous Pooh-Bahs
But They Never Taught Us Créole
At home we heard the music, held the fabric of the madras
American Math
A moth kept hitting glass. I watched it lose.
Daughters On The Brink
I want to ask if he meant two nights ago, when he first brought it up after a long day at work
Flying Kite
the crackling grey gloom
Calling Home
my father prays on a fraying mat
Paper Promises
The bonfire will be built in the encampments so it may burn the unhoused.
Where Life Happens
Because you can name something, does that make it good?