Photo by Max Langelott on Unsplash my tongue trips over teeth, mashes vowels into consonant, meaning trite and bright yellow like a hazard sign. it struggles to ease past past posts, a fat cumbersome man stuck in his own doorway. my tongue is the elephant, stuck in a room made of ivory, yellowed and polished, scared to make […]
Category: Original
self portrait in unreal words
Photo by JOSHUA COLEMAN on Unsplash awardless basical cancellatory doublesided egonomic futureproof gmale harmonal indiependent jocastian kinderheart
5PM, 261116, Before A Family Dinner
Every time it happened you told me that it was alright. That this is how the two of you clicked, like gears in some semiconductor. And every time I would think to myself of harmless bickering, like couples did in the dramas you watched. I found it funny once, as though the more you fought […]
poem of the self after workshop
a subject lost in beard of old white men. boy bastards, us three. three accidents. don’t you get it? I want to be unknowable as a truth. lose the leashed thread. here is a map. walk it; I blank the names, distance distance.
As You Roamed The Earth, You Felt The Drying Skin of Age Itself
it is the waking that is the hardest. the first step in sleep deprivation: you learn you miss dreaming of holes, the spaces between lines, the gap between the train and platform. you dream of ways in which to die, how the train brushes against your feet, the space just big enough for your thigh. […]
A POEM CELEBRATING SOME THINGS THAT DON’T WORK
Acrostics. Academia. Balancing work, life and a healthy sleep schedule. Breaking up in your head with people you don’t even go out with. Confessing to your first love at the wrong place and time. Denial when you don’t mean it. Even if you do mean it, does that really work? English as second tongue. Editing. […]
IN THIS STORY, YOU SAYING HOW YOU FEEL “ALL RIGHT” IS NOT A CAUSE FOR CONCERN
In this dream, you shed your skin and cast away your leather wings; from your pockets, spill these things – antiplatelet medicines, Clopidogrel, Aspirin. Warfarin, for battles within. In another, I hold your chin and nothing else. Come, unspin this long dream of safety pins and other stories, wherein the might of the might-have-been becomes […]
13 Superstitions for a Damsel in Distress
On the backstreet home, watch out for black cats stalking your footsteps. Don’t step in puddles with your high-heeled horseshoes: the clack draws all sorts of bad folk. Knock on wooden doors along the way – let them know you are there, once, or twice: unexpected deaths come in threes. Ring every bell – let […]
From Z to A, A Lovebound Zoetrope Trips In Her First Pair of Dancing Shoes
jazz, booze, brazen pizzazz, zouks daze, putz rezones contemporary votary youth. yell, yes, yourself yearns inexpert, co-existing, bemixed jukebox. next, proxy ‘howdy’ – who, which fellow, why? walleyed, worship quivers: reserve leaves, salvation arrives volubly, requests. puzzled, you jumble, quake, jumped-gun. mother, tortoised beneath table, watches daughter’s social, reminisces pregnancies. warns – his compass veers […]
ode to first strikes
oh, monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be: the unlikely story, here we are, orbiting outside space of closed bar, between us a bridge, both of us victims of some violence: you, the first stone cast, the queen dethroned, me, the first to leave, a nomad in this empty echo. […]
ugly stage 