For clarity sake, let’s run the reel back to the late...
In lieu of flowers, please wear a Hawaiian shirt to the...
Zeus watched them vanish one by one. The thunder unbound him...
I slink from my pelt, grains of sand chafe between skin...
Sometimes my eyes look brown likes yours, but sometimes they’re green...
Mornings I hear the whoosh of cars trucks & buses on...
We are all waiting to go home, promises made, but not...
There is no exit strategy from holy war…
Above all the houses, if you look hard, sweetheart, stars are...
I catch gender in my teeth like softballs: jaw-breaking, bloodied mouth...
Andres makes things out of clay. He has sure hands. Brown...
Hail to my left index finger, lying fetal as cooked shrimp...