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 love for alligator bites you sayyou’re taking an artistic risk you swear will payoff because yesterday after rent you wentto the post... Continue Reading →
I sit by the fanthis May afternoonalive foreverin the greenof our home-made salad(spinach, chickpea,yellow pepper, tahini),sore and sweatyfrom carrying airconditioners upsteep hallway stairs.Using the heat-gun and pliersI straightenmy brain’santenna.Our argumentbecomes staticon a tube TVin someoneold’s livingroom. Read More in Poetry
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 rough mochabetween the gaps of my teeth under the hanginghoneybee lights, people all around me touchingtheir own faces. Read More in Poetry
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 — human bodiesdissipate into pixels on a stutteringscreen. Listen to her voice. Listento his voice. What we are drinkingwhen we speak is a potent purplecocktail: dragonfruit, chia,pineapple, banana, ginger,vodka,... Continue Reading →
