“for just a moment I lived / through what they may have felt”
Category: Art
“Am I with you, my son, in eternity, / though linear time is all I see?”
You tell me to keep my ass out of the road, and to stay the hell away / from the poison ivy and Virginia creeper because my skin reacts to / everything.
The Friday after Johnny was caught cutting up his Adderall, the AC unit in the teachers’ lounge broke.
(fiction)
He remains in place next to the stove, watching everyone, observing their flaws.
(fiction)
the cup’s round mouth // gives a satisfying quiver / between the teeth
just a slight breeze, early in the morning / as you lie asleep and the bulb / you planted pushes through the soil
Grigor, as everyone who met him agrees, had been dropped on his head as a baby. Or else nursed on straight vodka.
(fiction)
The rage rolls out of my gut like a stream of regurgitated frogs, leaving me purged and primed for violence.
(nonfiction)
