glyphs

Outside of myself, I'm a rotting pile of teeth, knocking on doors, gumming the sill of opportunity. In everyattempt to breach the skin I've left striations but nothing more. My marked body is but a map to the intravenous catacombs underneath, where my spongy organs have been touched by light as often as myknees have buckledunder the weight of...

corrigation

like a young rabbit, a pile of yououtlined by pearls of water,brandishing your kind framewith a thoughtful toneand just adjacent from the drain, I was somewhere far off againsometimes I exchange careful glances with the sun but rarely do I ask for itsvalidation, else I receive another b...

the scarecrow

i'm used to watching life peel awayits layers and reveals its innards.    it can be the warm cadence of some    beating heart,or the swollen salivary    glands of someone or something    with a larger appetite for living than i've ever known.    all the same, i watch. but i do even    more than that.  ...

performing in front of a live studio audience

here is not there because the sun stings my eyes whenever I look for the moon;because I'm lethargic during the day, yet feel the gravity of anxiety at night.I long for the things that have come unexpectedly and gone with urgency.maybe that's why I pine for you and the familiar. I know now that both are as nefariousas the disease that wears my grandfather's husk...

my trains

    School was out by a quarter-after-twelve. Every day, I would walk outside the school building and smoke would shoot from behind the line of trees, so I knew that Pa and all of the other factory men were hard at work. Pa explained that the smoke was a sign of a good economy.    “If it weren’t for that smoke, we’d be on the streets,” he’d say, raising my eyes to his...