7.7
half-sunk in a bog you take a photo and I say nono no not quite like Amy Winehouse but if we sing toa hedonistic youth I want to enter every swampand declare my... Read more.
Reruns
I sit by the fanthis May afternoonalive foreverin the greenof our home-made salad(spinach, chickpea,yellow pepper, tahini),sore and sweatyfrom carrying airconditioners... Read more.
Commonplace Coffee on a Sunday in July, 2021
Masks encouraged. Totes hang on mustardwalls, all checkered. We’re in shorts and summershirts. I touch the bristle of my beard.We’re allowed to now. To sip my... Read more.
Inadequate Help
I counted twelve hundred drops of rainto cull the drought in the desertbut at some indeterminate futurecoordinate. There isn’t even a crowdto be lost in anymore... Read more.
