boom Nobody move. We’ve taken hostages. We have guns. We have dynamite. We have a bunch of C4 wired to blow. We have coffee. We have donuts. We have a creeping sense of ennui. We have no self control. We have headaches. Somebody call […]
Author: mwschmeer
2022-11-17
Letter to Larry from a Motel 6 Parking Lot Off Route 212 Outside Clackamas, sparrows flutter against clouds promising rain and I remember 1982 and you and Janine and empty gin bottles from Walgreen’s and I wanted to write to say I miss you […]
2022-11-16
hunger the moon is an open-faced sandwich waiting to be dunked in au jus do it take a bite if you dare if you can find a large enough cup & tell us how it tastes my moon melted like beeswax like lip balm […]
2022-11-15
sparse my mute heart consider how the damp sun bends over wet grass on grey days & know in dark months swallows too long for open skies to throw their throats into joyous song
2022-11-14
not a eulogy but still what was it like, my father’s stroke, the sudden seize, fumbled & dropped keys & cops & flashlights & neighbors & behind the dumpster my father clutching his head & then the hospital & the nurses, the home & […]
2022-11-13
spiral it’s not the end but only an exit so try not to get dizzy on your way out
2022-11-12
it all comes down to this at one point you stop trying to impress yourself & just exist one breath after one breath after one breath after another & in the space between each you watch the crystals form & wonder what thin line […]