Yesterday, I found a dead sparrow with/no legs, stump body left on Whitney street.
December 9, 2022
"Look, though, you can play this quiet kit! / Crush these pedals like thirsty leaves beneath you / or tease them apart like the hairs of a handsome boy."
for Aaron Did some Googling: The crickets we hate are two hundred million years older than we are and they invented music By “we” […]
October 30, 2022
I wake up unwashed with two rubber bands on my wrist, extras for you in case yours break and you go back to picking away […]
Your own past drowns in Bible passages and screams out sin in front of a crowd To wrap wounds of generational trauma and ask forgiveness. […]
A critic at The New York Times, referencing another critic, has dubbed this era A “no-context context.” It’s because of “semiotics” and Lil Nas X […]
May 31, 2022
After Sally Wen Mao’s ‘The Diary of Afong Moy’ when the poacher knocks on my door, arms crossed […]
The choir renders hosannas of seashores and crashing surf, hoping the Ocean will talk back. Fishers of men throw nets over the worshipers’ heads, try […]
It started like this: during my first visit the doctor ordered a test and told me there’s not enough iron in my blood. It’s hereditary, […]
These are the rangelands south of Australian opal fields, cattle-beaten and itching, red as an angry throat. They built boomtowns and picked at the orebody, […]
March 30, 2022
My father’s side dials from landlines: when you are on our end of the Pacific, get on a train and come to New York and […]