Self Portrait as Cataclysm I take the birds, too. sweep them shrilling into my all-consuming arms. the air reeks of fish—no beaks to pick...

we meet on a double date with boyfriends in the applebee’s that would later wind up as the site of a shooting [crime of passion] how...

I resisted form: drove a mile at 3 am to Safeway for one carrot, bought cheese instead. The cashier asked how I was, as if I were fine....

praise the ashes of their humble dirt church holy book a celibate dictionary they think not of business lost only hard success flames...

1. Everyone I ever ushered in here, my head, left a gash or two; consciously or unconsciously expunged some luminous clans of my soul. 2....

You may never stop asking so I will tell you We were hunted like prey and forced to sleep under trees with the snakes My father was adept...

For I.V. I. It was the future But I remember It was that time we held hands Fingers interlocked like a zipper or the mouth of a flytrap I...

He never howls when he’s awake. When everything depends—has always depended on acting like nothing is wrong. —Kate Greenstreet, from “2...

Secure darkness during the daytime— tempt the moon down so that it cracks a hillside, dispensing night into rock. Search for soft mud and...

Xanax moon, chloroform clouds, light a stream of ecstasy. The world: lucid tonight. I go to work high sometimes and leave it drowsy with...

There ARE Yellow Weeds Growing Where You Used to Live My mind been so fucked up as of late— once thought to be a mastered thing now it’s...

Steps for Frying: A Guide for Birds I. Quail is a good starter bird for when you want to learn how to deep-fry a turkey, excoriate in...

I. I expected more desert than dripping, green oasis surprised by my own assumptions and there she was the first love of my life (after...

π’s Daughter π’s daughter never repeats herself. She plots the paths of rivers, curls in the tendrils of Virginia creeper, the twists of...

reckless cloth (for september 16, 2022) it starts so small—as obsessions do—middle of the night, there in the cradle, reaching down to...

Wifetime visions A specter ...

Too many sirens today. Blood-colored warning streaked through the window blinds. Blue shards intact. Will the chase scene stop for the...

the sky said trans rights my dad and i used to saturday on the shores of loch raven or prettyboy when the snowfall season befell, tracing...

from the once refrigerated apple on the bedside table sprang the frozen blush of the ascending waist bone brushed by the...

Blaze By midnight that year, California had lost 6 million acres. Fire also wants to live. Ember hails and stories of wisps-cum-whips:...