POETRY

Oh my love, there is ruin That I have dipped my toes in  A polluted connection An exploitative relation No matter how much I do ...

Waterboard at seven, Legacy parkade at eleven; she reclined in her seat, black plastic smoked to crystal, and with hand like pale candelabra reached for ...

The skyline is sharp and jagged  So when smog slaps it,  Rain bleeds, thick and oily and hesitant when  Every clock broke last week in ...

Motivations can be understood as they manifest in the reactions to each moment, everyone is coming together in the Now—this cannot be transcended as it ...

Oh great love, \\ you, great mold that grows in my lungs, \\ sporing and sparring for sparse air. \\ Everything we are we inhale. ...