And you're still sending the same shitty emails laying the same shitty bricks serving the same shitty customers answering to the same...

Because I do not have the impetus to do it myself I will leave the bulbs burning bright and diligently change them when they expire I...

Down the hill my egg fell open to reveal a perfect ball; green like a grape and as solid as my skull. When we drank the salt, a witch...

(Ch. 1 & 2) By Jack Moody 1 Sometimes I can float. I can move things without touching them. People  wouldn’t believe me so I don’t tell...

1. Great poets keep soft palms. There’s no poetry in working your hands until the skin calluses to wood and you can sharpen your fingers...

In autumn, silence must’ve been scattered – top of the maple, where the moon hangs   small and yellow. Gibbous sounds, clinging onto...

To the  bumbling bee   I obliterated yesterday,    the one who stung me on the heel mercilessly and whose life  I stomped out, an enraged...

When I got the news that Mom passed away My being filled with such richness of emotion “How do I feel?” I was asked, and I could not say....

curled coiled motionless either resigned to fate or in revolt a recipient nonetheless small droplets still flee...