Enthusiasm cored, unborn, glassy, turgid: that moment between the noise you do not want to recognize and the opening door. Once taken aback, you cannot take it back. The door swings away from you, pieces of stomach scuttle like marbles down a ramp. — Halsted M. Bernard
Exultant, drunk with the little victories: remembering to bring a homemade muffin only slightly less glorious than right out of the oven, flashing my usually-cloistered bus pass to prove my city citizenship, consolidating paper trails into one gleaming paper superhighway. The hangover is quick, severe. Blurry comes into focus with a “fuck you bitch” and [...]
The way a morning comes upon you, discovering you in sleep, slicing golden on the lid, opening the Ziploc of your dream, is not how the poets would have you think. Not even this one. It is not a stealing softly, nor is it an infusion of warmth. After a night spent dwelling in (not [...]
In lieu of real content, because I am much too spastic to deliver it, here is a spam poem. My rule is that I use whole lines from spam I’ve received, without any modification save for punctuation. Enjoy. The lovers were standing together at one of the windows. Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden [...]
A Poem For What Just Happened, In Three Parts. I. If you are unsure, holding a hand — if you would take a hand into your hand and not be sure — do not take the hand. Unfairness is not the subject here. Blood is the subject. Blood and skin and bones that need the [...]
