Oh to be a snail in the glow of an early June evening shell speckled in blood beneath the…
the long con
The backyard looks like a graveyard, but they just sell headstones.
sticking around
The mustachioed, gray-haired men spring to attention at the bark of a pitch pipe.
To Win A Bear
He made it to the cold state. The wonderland. The hunt.
Because I Cannot Forget
He does not fight, He does not roar,
The Bureau
She had her way. He became a man.
on a walk
It’s true what they say. About her. About the memories left behind. To know her was to rest your soul…
leak on water st.
Some people call him “The Dude.”
running
He’ll fall asleep with his once-brilliant, now useless head on the edge of the table, neck bent awkwardly, crippled from…
Kiss the bearded lady
In my circus things are rarely what they seem In my circus I’m the strong man the war man…