This is not a secret
I call it a mercy— my buried pretense, my unspoken lie, but a guilty conscience is a gunshot wound— it
Poetry, Volume 68, Volume 68 Issue 7
Poetry
Poetry, Volume 68, Volume 68 Issue 7
Thirst drinking saltwater
It begins with the word, of the mouth that shaped it, the breath that cups it, and the body that
Poetry, Volume 68, Volume 68 Issue 7
Oraphim
The sun bursts from displacement – Entropy begins. Allow it. Rings of rings of of rings of of rings
Poetry, Volume 68 Issue 4
Do you hear that?
Our words reverberate,But I can’t remember what was said.Four years passed us by –Now as I walk past the same
Poetry, Volume 68 Issue 4
Homeward bound (a Glosa)
The familiar voice that bids mego to an unknown mountainpierces my heart but stays the knifein a trembling hand.The deed’s
Poetry, Volume 68 Issue 4
Under trees
solitude among giantshow it feelsto know that i inhale their exhalationsand that they do the samethat as we both respiratewe
Poetry, Volume 68 Issue 2
Approaching the situation with misinformed caution
Want,desire,yearning,pining, craving,weight… waiting.The sickness,aching,longing.Whatever the word may be to describe the hot burning sensation that pools in your gut and
Poetry, Volume 68 Issue 2
The Bach-bowel movement: no. 2 in A minor
When melancholy strikes,and my laundry piles up,a 13-year-old bloodhoundthe size of two American footballsmaterialises between the layers of rough jeans,