there is fire
i got caught in the undertow of spring a shithole backyard burning rubber a red wheelbarrow with unbolted hinges my grandfather...
Living or Dead Things
In the early dawn, drawn from sleep, I snake through dewy grass. Light gleams off of these fresh blades, in the foreground of the...
After Hanif Abdurraqib
There’s something visually poetic about a man sleeping under a shrine of himself what good will your vanity do you? what good will...
The Leaves are So Beautiful
“I heard that he’s on the run in Connecticut good riddance scum and crackheads like him are a waste of space here, the last thing Vermont...
The Gilded Age
we shrugged. every time we brought up the stories. at all the dinner tables and bus drives where we told strangers of olden days and that...
On Worshiping the Griffin on the Old Painted Vase
Part feathered, part furied Frozen in silvery confines and Strip mined for your best pieces from Wonderful, perfectly whole things Skewed...
Weight
gravity tells us that in order to rise a heavier payload must be offered in toil history tells us they will only remember you if your...
on star island
the rocks and shoalwater where I split my chuck tip to heel foot half-hanging all week itching frayed canvas shade crags and barnacle’d...
henry fonda
watching two westerns tuned to two channels at midnight: i: henry fonda holds a noose: o'er the man with the harmornica. he gunneddown ...
there’s bugs living in my body
when ur fingertips brush against me the earwigs that run laps between my layers of thin skin suddenly stop the little snakes that grow on...
