Non-Linear Contrition
solvent conspirators wear their leaden cloaks. the numbers give us context. but the measure remainss unknown. we stumble through the mayhem of gravity. on crutches made of clay. all our…
The Passion for Health
solvent conspirators wear their leaden cloaks. the numbers give us context. but the measure remainss unknown. we stumble through the mayhem of gravity. on crutches made of clay. all our…
there was the intersection. the beguiling coax of going somewhere. the question in his throat. half chewed. eager to choke him. only time can know what might’ve been. there were…
the cold soil remembered where we’d trod. an ugly map of all the places we’d destroyed. the gentle wolves would wait to hunt. until after the sun would set. but…
the sober stumbled over itself. all tangled heroes and shaky narratives. i wore the epiphany in glitter and soiled pillows. a thief in beggar’s clothes. the truth closed its zippers.…
the usual creases made their tears in the map. the particular debts of touch accumulating. the wages of flesh insufficient. the years collected their masks. so many angry faces. the…
time came and went. a ghost in the bedroom of strangers. we wore our paths in each other. more fools than thieves. everything went sharp. tomorrow collapsed. we stood under…
the distance barely heard us as we raced through the pain. slips of when in a catastrophe of why. orphans with feet made of lead. the horizon smirked as we…
We counted the hours as our time machine chewed on our surrender. the textures of grief too brittle to hold. we carved our maps in despair’s cement. arrogantly trespassing in…
expectation moves through us in a series of shallow cuts. we feel each other with cold fingers pressed against the glass. orphans clenching our tattered maps. magicians shouting at our…
we’re wolves. and time’s house is made of straw. the fairy tale stiffens its knees as the ground grows softer. the truth comes and goes. a faulty bulb in the…