We hold our breath, if the road’s too narrow.
(nonfiction)
We take an image of your chest each day.
(nonfiction)
With ISIS defeated and the conflict in Syria dwindling, this should have been a bustling season.
(nonfiction)
When she tires of reading, she comes over to burp in my ear.
(nonfiction)
“I wonder where we go when we die,” Calvin once said to Hobbes.
(nonfiction)
So if Henry is neither in the woods, nor alone, what exactly, is he doing?
(The Loop)
The earthquake woke us on the sixth day of the pandemic.
(nonfiction)
dark people mark a place as dangerous or destitute, the word / jawn marks a place people gloss over on their way to DC
(poetry)
“The nationalist is mired,” writes reviewer David Kirby. “But the patriot is in motion, which may explain why Marcus’s prose tears along at a breakneck pace and then collapses in exhaustion.”
(review)
Give me your germs
(nonfiction)
