a lynch mob. a defense mob. a gunshot. hate. a gunshot. hate. a deputizing of hundreds.
All meat is tenderized the same way. /Good meat is beat lifeless before you eat.
Faceless hills,/ lamps of summer in galaxy gray, we touch & go
I have a blind date with destiny:/ no doubt I won’t be recognized.
The question I asked/ every time I tried the online Tarot reading site,/ hoping again and again for some ancient truth/ to blow up like a billboard in living color...
She reminds me of my Italian cousins. Square brick houses on tight suburban streets with Madonnas-in-bathtubs on front lawns.
Still, somehow, each time I boarded,/ the jetway seemed a partition in which/ I could change in and out of my skin at will
Wanderlust knit a modern beat, often synchronous, the way we dress. Eight years would know: there are always women a long way from the world, smaller, interpreting the lens of American skinny jeans. The feminine, breezing around, messy— we may be our edge, closer to home, full with style. This is an erasure poem. Source material:… Continue reading “Become so fluid” by E. Kristin Anderson
We’ve named all of the animals & we’ve put our fingers into the names of each of them. We’ve dragged their names up to our faces & forced them to meet our made up world. Sometimes we are given kisses. Sometimes there is a great warmth. We know they are wild. We know there is… Continue reading “Sweet Wolf #1” by Darren C. Demaree
i fill the house with candles, the flames sit next to each other.