
Category: Featured

Murmurations Inside and Outside
inside an echo makes home silent murmurations are octopusessed in my veins burn frozen frescos, tattoos into my heart, an unleashed fear smirks en masse, a rogue writhing vermin slithering through my veins into the chambers of my heart, caged outside an autumn in twilight sky shimmers bright extravagant shadows Read more

Departure
his life is fleeting his spirit walking away cricket cries break through the veil of his eternal night each timid step he makes on brittle bones glued together with a poisonous elixir that drips and overflows pooling around his icicle grey eyes it strips away his beauty one strand of Read more

not seeing eye to eye
i call you fake crazy because you’re saner than i you call me crazy fake on account of my lies you want to be wild, unleashed, out of bounds i want my words to bring you around your distance puts me right at the edge i’ve grown too used to Read more

Contrails and Cacti
I burrow my soul deep into the desert until all that exists in any one way are contrails and cacti. Smoky white lines cross the skies above forced into a syncopated rhyme by a jet stream proving planes really do fly like birds. Spent contrails. Waning evidence of jets hastening Read more

Reminiscing 2018;
I walked straight off some pier the end of the roof — gutter baby it ended at the keyword *failure our faces kissing as if hogs to slaughter It ended at midnight I turned to stone the end of your cock – ringed-necked pheasant I always have Read more

My Secret Box
We all have a secret box hidden somewhere. Under the bed, inside a tree hole, or between two thoughts. Some hide it so high, so they can’t reach it anymore. Children like to stash it behind the rainbow, and then forget about it. Come see my secret box. I hid Read more

Absent neighbors
Last night, I became a taboo woman, tantric veins breaking into unencumbered branches of witched trees that fell, nearly fell. They hung in limp moaning slumber, fulfilled after the thunder had hit them like an orgasm last night. The bird feeder, still quivered beneath, on a rusted hook. Inside its Read more