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…
I catch gender in my teeth like softballs: jaw-breaking, bloodied mouth...
Andres makes things out of clay. He has sure hands. Brown...
The universe bears the bruises of collisions—a blue sound, verging on...
England forgets And gets loose On scuffed golden Fields of wilt...
Again failing to grasp with leaden fingers sifting through the chaos...