After the Tour On the way to the train station, an admission that moments, details, are slipping away already— it’s..
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How the Dollhouse Was Built I came to the humble water to lie down. I did what I set out..
Pilgrim Tomorrow flirts with promises and only you know why..
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye Rabbit the pony got a hay husk in his eye once and it..
No one ever asked me if I liked being called Pluto When Pluto was a planet, X got detention for..
Drew a Colorless Galleon On the Wall and It Sailed Away – By Sergio Sarano Case number GL 39-3144 returned resubmitted..
Chinese Lantern from my Greek Father Though you hardly knew the difference, you could crack shells with one hand and..
This poem is part of a short collection titled “The Virus,” exploring stigma, female sexuality, desire, repulsion, loss, and the..
IN LOCO Down the lanterns, repent in retirement– Truss-up for children with frayed string. Press one for says-he, two for..
Transfixed after Chris Burden You want to be bound, in amber, fixed with pins: your spine the concave of..