*Originally a poem of ten parts 8. If I were to travel and return To what I was back in ‘02, A thing of five years aching For a nap in the afternoon And wondering why pencils Were so big and letters so small But with memories of this present Shoved through my ears, I’d …
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Temporal Transfix Pt. 3
*A work of ten parts originally 4. In the future I conceive for myself, I wake mornings to hear the chatter of early birds and the nurturing soil grow tomatoes and strawberries in the garden out back. The breeze knows me by name, sings the syllables above watermelon patches and orange trees. …
Temporal Transfix Pt. 2
The second piece of a ten-part work.
Temporal Transfix Pt.1
*A work of ten parts originally Prelude: Dear infinity, I give my heart to you as a well-wishing gift. You have survived your identity chopped and separated into three dying parts, and the ire of children knowing only a piece of you. There is a sweet secret embedded in the darkness between planets, that one …
The Bus Ride Home
“And that’s how I got into the Raider’s game for free.” The sporadic bumps of potholes flown over by the city bus enhanced the headache Bernie was getting as he was forced to listen to the bus passenger. Said passenger was sitting haphazardly over the seat right behind Bernie, leaning around the divider between the …
Dear Lady, I Feel
*mention of stillbirth, so caution Lady Liberty, I feel for you. Your honor has been questioned, your mission gaslighted, and your children no longer know your face. I feel for you, in that woman way, in that way Cassandra saw the fall of Troy Only for a man god to take her credibility. Corporate gods …
It’s Enough
It’s enough to want enough to want, enough to want Enough to watch the stars stickered to the dark walls of the sky and wonder if they rise and fall to bring life to another blue marble, enough to watch our own star rise and think that on her lonely days she sings to her …
The Modern Prophet
*This is dedicated to my roommate Alicia, who helped with the idea for this fiction [warning: some cussing and a hint of sexual abuse towards the end] The old hag was a bitch. CJ glared down at the thin, brown hand outstretched toward him, its counterpart already clutching the fifteen dollars it took for the …
Hair Wars
*In honor of my sister’s cat, who took over the house and our hearts in her time with us. The cat hair is everywhere at my father’s house. It sticks to my father’s sweater as he greets me at the door, rises in the air as my sister waves from the family couch, the follicles …
Death of Authors
Death to me For I choose a sleep Of ages, the breed All gods succumb to. Fear may come to shrinking Hands, but the pen swims steady Between skinny blue waves Of paper. Symbols splatter By my blood, wrenched free From dying kidneys and aged Livers have power to resurrect Far out in tepid futures. …
The Written State 