I wake in the familiar haze of hangover. I have been back in D.C. for less than two months. In…
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Last October I thought I fell in love with a poet. Pieces of our costumes lying scattered as words across…
That I could sit, silent, in the dingy yellows of lanky grass, frail and translucent as my grandfather’s hands. And…
eight thousand six hundred and seven thoughts crossed a lost wanderer sauntering soul, slow eyes high, shoulders low Who was…
The last month of excited and nervous anticipation had finally come to its climax. Next to the door of Iva’s…
I am sitting in seat 18F on Virgin America flight ninety-seven, non-stop from Washington Dulles to Los Angeles International. In…
haikus are easy but sometimes they don’t make sense refrigerator. You are correct there. Plus they have to mean something…
while my voice tempts you now with intrigue and grace and honesty pours from the look on my face i…
It was late October and I awoke at noon in the bed of a bartender with whom I had been…
At midnight I take a shot of Jaeger and the shivered burn in my belly gives rise to an inexorable…