She had the letter ready since before dawn. She had written it in a trembling hand,...
Poetry
I painted my fingernails this morning.
They look even fresher under the traffic lights. Right now,
There’s nothing but the whizz of my car
And the bellowing echoes of my thoughts.
It’s raining.
A pitter patter of summer monsoon
She had the letter ready since before dawn. She had written it in a trembling hand,...
As I pack, absurd regrets vie for room With checklists in my brain. The marmalade And butter...
Courting disaster for months, But find it almost tolerable, As long as I remain steady, Taking...
Without needing to erase it. Inside of me, there is a strange place where my thoughts collide,...
Let us talk about other things instead such as the prince in black straying amid...
She was a profound thing, a thing of no teeth, all salt. She lapped, never bit, with her...
The television flickered in the dark, its pale light the only thing holding the room together....
My foot lingers over the threshold-- My flickering heartbeat Pausing at the entrance of the...
Life! Life! Look, how nature has gained a new child, a young tree with shy leaves eagerly...