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 love you. I mean—I don't know how to splinter love…
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 lungs; I expect the by-product of body chemicals to exist…
Poem for a day when I cannot write
Respect that the words don't know how to flow today, love. They congeal and coagulate. You can't be part of them. Viscosity is a bitch and so is insolubility. Put…
forget about frogs in a grocery store
How am I supposed to forget about the frogs? They were lined up along the upright freezers. It started, I suppose, because frogs can't make plans. It's the small brain.…
Too much becomes too much and where does it settle?
Where could we drive with sleep permeating the back seat? Driving was the point and not the point. Here is where the eagles circled above the waste management centre. Did…