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There is an anthem here. Sung in the circular patterns of parties, part praise part performance, parked illegally to the …

For nothing was simply one thing. The other Lighthouse was true too. —Virginia Woolf I had grown used to …

“don’t you know, I’m burning up inside!” says the man in the video and the video soon slips my mind …

Ginkgo leaves seem adequate; they nibble at your toes in the autumn, next to those stinky pellets I used to …

I’m learning that the sun doesn’t rise. It doesn’t really care. We just happen to be in its light sometimes; …

It seemed a more definite way out. The clarity of disaster is more satisfying Than rambling goodness, and all that …

The following is a series of 21 short poems that I wrote for Inktober, writing according to the daily prompt …

When the faintly sighing autumn skies Lament the steady flight of time I tilt my head upwards in a sunken …

Behind the left ear Swallowed in the hollow of your foot Now hiding on the inside of your wrist, your …

There is a notebook that is my World and also just a notebook. The page Collapses when I turn …

(*This is part of a series of poems I wrote about quantum physics concepts.) It is difficult to imagine …

(*This is part of a series of poems I wrote about quantum physics concepts.) Ancient men invented stories to …

(*This is part of a series of poems I wrote about quantum physics concepts.) Another mundane day, you may …

(*This is the first in a series of poems I am working on about quantum physics.) When we break …

I have fallen in love with softness (have I done the right thing?) With the pull of the evening’s low …

She drives her Prius backwards. That way, she can live in the wrong half of her timeline Forever, In the …

In Korea, they call overweight girls unscratched lottery tickets. Because who knows— They might turn out pretty. Apparently, flesh …

I. Come, Lord, let us welcome you home, Let us be shy when you take off your shoes, Let us …

So you felt like kissing yourself in the bathroom mirror, all tongue and all slipperiness and chemicals, all cold-tasting and …

Good girls sometimes don’t feel like going home. They buy cheap microwaved rice balls and sit in the streets. They …