I want to wash this skull with Lysol
And write how much each wet lobe weighs—
I imagine desire as a wishing well; Female Pastor; A Windfall
Euphoria is Just Around the Corner
Mom picked up a plant from the sale cart. It looked as miserable as the ones already populating her shabby garden, "Dead Man’s Corner", as Dad called it.
He Found This Scrawled; Dinner in the Eye; Malpractice; Sligo ’99; The Kingest Bean
The gulf is in the sky. Switching direction suddenly clouds pour from the north, breaking our clock.
Who Will Catch You In the Middle of All This?
“If a lot of famous artists from the twentieth century killed themselves trying to produce work while supporting themselves when the cost of living was lower…I mean, imagine how much more difficult it is for us now.”
“Yeah.”
I Write To Be On Stage
I’ve largely stopped “acting out” and have learned to speak up instead. Ironically, it was learning to just talk to other people that got my writing where I want it to be.
Dog Eat Dog
In Afghanistan, the team I supported lived in an abandoned police station in a suburb of Ghazni. We were twenty-eight grunts standing guard, a couple support randos like me, and the operators; ten bearded creatine-enthusiasts who sat around making sure they were seen reading copies of Emerson and Nietzsche before zooming off on four wheelers with their Afghan Commando protégés.