S Categories Poetry August, 2017 State Road Sixty-Two Twentynine Palms two thousand eleven a salty, old Marine tried to tell me the legend of the Joshua Trees he spat brown juice from..
A Categories Poetry August, 2017 AFTER BAUDELAIRE It’s all very poetic To gaze at oneself through a cracked mirror But far more tragic To wipe down a faultless one And find your..
A Categories Poetry August, 2017 A Portrait of My Mother’s Lover as an Anonymous Man sometimes, you reduce him to this: the place at the back of his head where the hairs have begun to fall out still, he becomes..
U Categories Poetry August, 2017 Unrecallable Events Circumstantial evidence entertains Thoughts of legitimate rape of the mind and memory Eliciting nomenclature of no men gathered in the recesses Pouncing As if Nothing..