My sister’s girlfriend’s grandmother’s apartment building has a lot of signs on it telling me my truck’s parked illegally. No sign of my sister or her girlfriend. The clock in the dash says they’re twenty-three minutes late. My brain says… Continue Reading
Evenings I muse over mason jars and hermetic seals on the subway, the efficacy of drier sheets and cologne on tissue paper dabbed along the gap between bathroom door and frame; I worry about wet towels and thresholds, the reliability… Continue Reading
dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music. bourbon heavy on my lips. the bass builds to a crescendo, covering me in dark silks. hush now, the streetlight croons, your eyes are tired with night fever. rain soaks the power… Continue Reading
At Gettysburg I. Tons of trees smack to smithereens! Accumulated kindling! Pines crash down about us — Instant toothpicks! Men turn into meat — rare, medium, and well-done. Happy horseflies corner Anthropology. Nothing so vigilant as bleeding. Every cannon belch… Continue Reading
Crisis In ninth grade geography, we conducted a survey on carbon footprints. An exercise in hyperbole. I pretended to be as environmentally friendly as possible — recycling, low electricity consumption, compost, water usage and other categories I had, in actuality,… Continue Reading
I am living vicariously through my own lives, all of them, all at once, learning, living, loving, projecting myself and being projected, broadcasting for the End of Times, setting things in motion, putting myself out there via super-high frequency radio… Continue Reading
fast and furious archangel in paint and chrome brings me home — purring megaphonious, combusting with sav and sap that i glimpse peeking into warm grill chintz — then she lifts her corset bonnet and lets me touch her glinting… Continue Reading
Minor Tweaks to the Heartfelt Speech of a Twenty-Something-Year-Old Passenger on the Bus You See the Fireworks, I Their End Such is the way of living decay — phone in sick, watch Netflix all day, go out drinking, and… Continue Reading
A nightmare meant to guard the dream dogs. Meant to hold our tantrums and force-feed them candied cashews. Something to make us listen. Meant to pull our chests forward through silk combs until we’re absolutely spent. We’re tired of the… Continue Reading
Three Night Buses _____– 41 Keele – Riding it’s like bare-handing steel poles. Like pulling a skateboard rail grind in a videogame — single trick, no combo. Cold sound of rollers. The world resolved in swift sequence — one, then… Continue Reading