Poetry

Matter of Lying Midnight was my worst time for walking so terrifying Two or Three opinions on the matter of lying Modality of the bulimic Her sunshade scented of urine flux Acid smoke light from gun powder patronymic Cakey sand...

The Fig Sonnet She leaned into me. The wind pushed me back. The glare closed my eyes. The bird grasped the limb. The tweet soothed my chills. The rock warmed my heart. The stone felt my hand. The gold cleft the blue. The...

BUTTERNUT I am asked to change even my favorite passwords, in increments, in a base ten system, for the good of the algorithm. My friend and I have been sending one another local news stories,...

Southwest On iron red tipped mountains high, heat and scorched earth cracked in rays, waves brought by arid death— beams shooting through salt flats barren an age ago, cracking the range as Earth splits the crust westward through basin voids—billow...