Family Picnic
It was hot, sweltering; hell itself had its equal that summer.
7 Poems
she was white
and fucked up
AXLE OF JUPITER
Here is the announcement: I am waving from Midnight’s throat to express my amplitude of being within the moment, which is sprinting its marathon & heaving chunks on the sidelines.
Misery Loves Company – December 3, 2021
The above video is an archive of the latest edition of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.
Pay Day
It’s hard bringing the old hot oil out at the end of the night because the waitresses are usually camped in the alley behind the bar, smoking a joint and showing each other dick pics on their phones.
JUST HANGING ON
My feelings of disgrace are crisscrossed with threads of moral outrage and never-ending monotony.
7 Poems
the homeless guy on the corner is jaundiced and dying
florence
there are people here lying in days old shit. lined up on the cold, hard floor, wounds weeping onto the tiles.
Macrame
I contemplate Bed Bath and Beyond’s 20% off mattress topper sale and if I should continue to starve myself for my upcoming trip to Florida.
Meter Reader
“Do this one,” Greg says. It’s only fifty feet away, but the dials are tiny, and the black hands are even tinier, like a gnat’s wings.