I Know it Shines on Something Every morning, Lake Christopher ignited into an uncanny glow, as if a magician huddled in a watchtower...

The fantasy Olivia Who is ~ * Thin * ~ Uses that body to the extreme She rides fast horses And not even just that She can stand on their...

Holographic “When I was three/ three, maybe four/ she left us at that video store.” –Sufjan Stevens At the immersive Van Gogh experience,...

Five Stanzas on Service In seventh year I walked to the 7-11 without shoes, hopped from shelled street to lawn. Honeysuckle choked two...

it only took eighteen days out there, the sky is emptying itself in a fit. flurries in the air like a dance choreographed by mania— like...

The poet gathers stones. Mirroring, she says, the kaleidoscope eyes of black cat luck, ex-girlfriend luck, a seven-year spell. What do...

Hide Me Between Doorways I’m having trouble saying anything to you, you know? Let’s start with: night is a doorway. And every door way...

I think I might have summit disease, I read about it in a magazine at noon, I'm drawn to the extra large, single-stall bathroom on level...

-With a line by Jean Amery and I have the Polaroid to prove it. Language broke down: she thought it was sweet when I said I love you but...

Some days the turmoil at home boils over when I fail to explain my need for last calls and neon, for a barmaid’s black-heeled boot to...

Year: 2023 Medium: tongue on skin In Vienna she wore his letter-jacket and her worst fears, but they still made a kind of art together....

The autumn my brother fed a Barbie doll to the dog, He had asked our mother for it and she had acquiesced, believing it was proof of her...

Outside our windows framed in fog, first snow dusts Tokyo rooftops. You pass me the vial with a brush of stars, stirring the elements of...

Tell me your feelings about dusk in twenty-seven syllables or less. Hush. I have just one quick sip to soak in your terra-firma breath...

After My Appendectomy, I Think About Amber Benson’s Role in Buffy: A Golden Shovel fingers of light trace below where the blinds break:...

Borrowed Form 1 Today she’s dead, or was that yesterday. A deep sigh. To signify sadness, or the lack of it. Your hand trying to find...

The night is a painting on the shore of my mind. It teeters on the edge like a cliff being swallowed by water. My body being eaten by the...

"Nebulas of Desire" A crescent moon limns each linden tree with white gold. Inside the dormant room, a fistful of worries nested on the...

] Lifing Journal [] 44860 [ The deathing of a mother the deepening the meanness Six bodies around a small pit asking for guidance on the...

Waterfalling Children Future kids of the present fire – strange generation, self- fashioning within the current colony; love- fury; blood...