Merely archaeological, the images of strewn masks take on a symbolic meaning for America’s ambivalence towards public health.
(The Loop)
the city’s landmarks / are illuminated / by your stopover in my thoughts
(TCTC translations/poetry)
I pledge allegiance to no man, / let alone some fucking flag
(poetry)
We’re whiter and more rural which means we don’t pick the president—we just narrow the view.
(poetry)
There is a small Italian restaurant two blocks from my house in Inner N.E. Portland. It’s been there for decades.
(nonfiction)
content warning: discussion about suicide
Can’t lie to anyone here. Prophets—all of us. Could baptize any guy with your spit.
(Drama)
Eyes reflect the distortions / of a whitewashed mind.
(poetry)
The footbridge is missing a plank. / He has frayed the regard of everybody he knows.
(poetry)
Haranguing shots, agony, careening / blue lights stir fever in a dark bedroom.
(poetry)
Many are drawn to martins covered with feathers that seem to absorb ash, stained with orange glass shards. (poetry)
