The scourge of the decaf fiend: thou shalt be unproductive
“I must confess / I have been sitting at this corner table for two whole hours / writing my Senior Thesis™ / but I was just pretending…” The post The scourge of the decaf fiend: thou shalt be...
View ArticleAfter the Beast Within
In the Earth, Cicadaboy Has an Out-of-Body-Experience Sweat on slate like spilt brain ejaculate, like old sun god’s been plugging holes with lead again, old dog dying of heat stroke again, it’s...
View ArticleA dream of mending
Our skies sink further into dust and while we wait for cloud-made seams, the earth tears limb from limb, and trusts that we will mend her — so it seems. As fires rage through forests deep, we find...
View ArticlePrufrock’s Letters
Mente mia, che presaga de’ tuoi damni, Al tempo lieto già pensosa e trista, Sí ‘ntentamente ne l’amata vista Requie cercavi de’ futuri afanni 1. Let us go now, til it be that all you and I can see...
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Last night I ingested my mother’s gold in hopes it would bring value to every worthless part of my body I brought her bangles to my teeth and bit them so hard I drew blood holding them under my...
View Articlewearing weighted blankets
first semester, i read and wrote and p-setted, claimed dual residency in forbes and ncw so i could eat until my mouth and stomach begged “no more,” got home everyday to lovely humans who never fail to...
View ArticleSpring March 24
I Now daffodils bloom in watercolor spirit Skies of tender pastel blend into the lingering warmth of caramel breaths in the air. A girl sighs in the distance, going somewhere, smiling occasionally,...
View ArticleRiver, river, I’m broken/sinking down
It’s 4 in the morning and you’re pulling at my bedsheets again. I’d like to think I’m the boulder willing river water into a million little Vs, the shapes of teeth on parted lip, buzzing. In my memory,...
View ArticleSEPARATION RITUALS
We are in the magic-room, as she is calling it. I write that down. She is cute and funny, even now. But of course she is. She calls it a sanctuary. I write that down too. My ... Read More The...
View ArticleLac de Sainte-Croix
Spontaneity escapes me, I swim in fear of unlikely tsunamis, or phantasmic beasts. I swim with a raincoat on, protecting my words from the world. My ears tinged with the muffled sounds of laughter....
View ArticleLemonade // Drain
“Neither you nor your soul is waiting for me at the end of this,” — Nick Flynn, “Cathedral of Salt” All I ever wanted was a kitchen and you standing in the tile-white light. Me, on the floor, ......
View ArticleOccupation of a Life
He put his hands in the pocket of his brown leather jacket, looking for a piece of paper. All he found was a small receipt he had got from the stationary store in exchange for a red pen, and he ......
View ArticleMorning Prayer
Morning Prayer Little red psalm books that we gathered from a rack like basketballs: sometimes I would get three or four, for my friends, a utopian gesture of plenty that was received passively, the...
View ArticleLullaby Loon
If you find yourself forgetting how to breathe, do not be afraid. Leave the stones in your throat and learn to rise with the croaking loons, drifting as they do and as they have since the beginning of...
View ArticleAnabasis
Today, the forecast in Avernus: heavy fog; flash flood warnings; rising tides from the River Cocytus and Acheron. “New at 11, we’ll see that despite our individual attempts at self-control, lamenting...
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