Monthly Archives: September 2017

What do we do with all of the pieces of each other’s souls? What can we create from the rubble? I knew all of your colors. How your presence commanded attention in every room, stopping to greet each quiet soul in tight, nearly suffocating embrace. How you never learned the art of speaking in anContinue reading “for anthony, pt. 2”

after Jack Kerouac The persistent threat of nuclear war between heart and brain. I was never taught to duck and cover, hands plucking hair electric, bracing for the bloodbath spray, tragic rapture of the living. I have only known the plasma sweet release of violence. Accept loss forever, let those bombs burn you solid. MemorizeContinue reading “Biological Warfare”