Jun 8, 2019Four Poems for Selcouth Station1. To agree with my step. Language, clouds. They float. I want for nothing. 2. Bobbypinned, echo. An imitation of linked pages:...
May 15, 2019The RoomTHE ROOM There is a secret room. Hidden behind a secret door, it is dusty and stale. Smells of old cigarettes and perfume hit your face...
Feb 28, 2019City DriveYou say the cars seem to float among invisible gray whales, a sheet of slippery sea beneath our peddling feet The body of the city is...
Oct 25, 2018Why Would I Want to Follow The Lives of Famous People?i used to be baffled by Twitter why would i want to follow the lives of famous people? more than likely it was my desire to belong which...