It was the woods but it was not the woods. Night sounds swaddled dying embers then the clearing was claws and maw and roaring. In the wood-dark with dagger in fist I leapt towards the screaming. Behind me Hafghar swore at his axe and […]

screw you, bill this is just to say fuck you for eating the plums I was saving for breakfast & now I have to eat oat- meal again goddammit

call for submissions new literary journal seeks poems about your mother but not those kind & pays in guilt & copies; masochists & second daughters encouraged to apply; please see our website for examples of work we’d rather not see again, especially from you […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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