Dec 15, 2019
The radioactive waste
my home sleeps on…
Sep 15, 2019
I left pieces of myself buried among the words.
Jun 16, 2019
The old satellite dish
technology’s word made whole
in mute obsolescence stands
Mar 18, 2019
I always thought we’d go out in a big way, like the dinosaurs did. With a nuclear winter or…
Aug 20, 2018
1. You wake to fog, fire, fevers. The second day of reckoning.
The game involves making
Mars habitable and profitable,
close all cupboard doors
step on all pavement cracks
Feb 12, 2018
My tincture – when the bubbles
floated by my face – submitted oscillations.
Velocity of arch, vaguely – you.
Parts of the bowel were found first, congealed in the blood-sticky path to the bedroom. It had been shredded with patient ferocity, the meaty tissue…
I’m not sure who I invited into my bedroom
I reached for twigs and got pubic hair
Scratched someone’s navel to
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