Summer Bodies
We looked for ourselves in jazz clubs planted in unfinished basements
Tag 365 Collection
to be complete
to be completely honest, there are those days when i want to pour vodka into my morning coffee
[I’m leaving and never coming back]
The space between raindrops
Is where I reside
New Year’s Morning My Son Appears
suddenly, solid as a second chance,
asking me to unseal his sand art kit.
Battlefield
As I walk through a collective field of souls I wonder what there is to gain
Good morning
Isobel wakes up earlier than usual today. Still, under the blanket, she watches the sun stain the sky a deep purple from the glass slats on the roof.
Train Town
To their ears it’s a nuisance, but to mine, it’s a comfort
chinese new year was january 25th
it seems to be
a fuzzy rat
cycling
with pizza
to the street corner
apple tree
Unrepentant
So I shall arise
And return
To my mother's house.
Unrepentant.
no exit
I am my own tapeworm, stuck inside myself.