Poetry

Poetry — I walked through the first boy like the rusted swings on a playground, surrounded by sandy creatures that recognized me from when I swung upsidedown in the dark. I could see my face reflecting in him but was distracted by the moon above, many bioluminescent secrets floating and calling me…

Poetry — When I told my boss about the mold growing between one of the cracks in his office, he simply placed a painting of Starry Night over it, and ignored it for months. Encapsulated by the summer heat, I watched as its chromatic sky began precipitating puffy storm clouds that consumed every last cottage…

Poetry — In my dreams, I see myself racing the sun as it orbits on the tailwinds of a violent revolution, expanding engulfing my city in electric fire. I am radically rapid, turning silently pressing my ivory throughout the unpigmented sky. Like an empty canvas, we dream in colors to someday design a pyramid that can rise against the rearing…

Poetry My friend tells me you are a monster — not like the creatures that lurk below our beds, but more like the ones who rob city streets of buried gold and fly away ashes. not like the creatures that lurk below, you presented yourself as the trophy an answer…

Poetry I. Understanding: is the gravity the emptiness & the afterbirth of air that a train brings when I run down the platform fifteen seconds too late. Like all weighted things, we know them best when we’ve just missed them. II. Blackbird: soars and collides into window. what’s left? a cracked, charcoaled imprint of…

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Poetry Looking Glass I’m in love with a broken glass. I’m in love with a broken city. I’m in love with a two-sided mirror and city shuttering at my feet. What I mean is, there was a lost man who had no idea where he was going. What I mean is, one time I didn’t help my student with her chemistry problem. What…

Call off from work and spend the day sitting on injured wood; Feel its Autumn below you as you close your eyes: Could be an arm that pulls you into the Macarena Dance while you stand waiting for the tray of over-cooked hamburgers. Or a voice that wrestles you to a hymn in the stained glass chapel of a…