Category: Poetry

One asparagus, sidewinding through the butter-tawny sand on the shadowy side of a six-storey dune...

two words

two words twin that

we'd been spit forward from our youth and were now in middle school. the building looked more like a prison than most prisons did...

. Look, she said, pointing at the painting of arms like vectors to an otherwise armless place. We hunched before canvas after canvas laying our sketchbooks on the floor, lead scattering ant-like under our scabbed elbows. This is what it takes to be made right: to follow the leash of each other’s bare hiccups, our impressions of the world yet unformed.

I know you are on your way to meet me at the Inn on cheat river...