Talk to me about the letter H
Here is unshaped breath. Can I rename this sleeping air? This sound is an ocean, older than voice. It still…
Year: 2021
Slow download over a weak open WiFi connection
Curtain flicker: your eyes, no—my eyes, nighttime windows: women walking half-naked back-lit big screen TV, what am I watching? No…
Premonitions arrive at my house, with and without invitations
The flyers that are delivered despite the “No Junk Mail” sticker on my mailbox are an omen. If there’s a…
Love is such an amorphous word
You must be a ghost because some days ghosts are the only thing worth loving. I mean—young ghost, I don’t…
Can you define me by what I am not?
Is it absurd to wonder whether galaxies mourn the death of their stars? I assign breath to entities with no…