memento mori
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JOHN BARNLY: a memory
I was scroolling through the local news on my phone and I found the death of John Barnly.
3 poems
laughter in the world
shushes
Bibamus, Moriendum Est
“Rage.”
“What?”
“Love them. Fucking Tom Morello man.”
Corpse by the Shore: A Memory
It is hardly bloated, its skin the pale blue-yellow of the bruised, abused cloudless sky reflected in the water; it is face-down, its gender imperceptible, yet my guess is male. No, female.
Rounds
Demetri flipped his feeble legs over the edge of his bed. A chill surged through him as his soles touched the floor.
Cadaver
The young king’s corpse is badly decayed.
Neurotic
They were in bed together.
Rewind
She had hoped no one would notice the quick hot flood down her right leg.
How to Defend Your Henhouse
Unspooling all my soul,
unrolling all the multicolored threads
for loosing and for layering,
allowing them to laugh and lie with me:
In a Small Italian Town / A Rare Beauty
Brown water laps against stone.
Rats scurry in and out of my lanky legs.