The soul of each moment is alive. A living voice, a broken down song. Like an abandoned car in an alleyway, from another life you’ve lived. Within another’s ghost towns. *** “The most beautiful thing about you, is that you’re strong enough to be vulnerable.” (Fuck you). “The ugliest thingContinue Reading

Muscles churning, coiling, tightening, releasing,Bunched beneath the rawhide saddle, slick withFoam and sweat, a dirty brown lather frothingAt the shoulder, obscuring the flea-bitten grayCoat wrapped around the powerful creature,Whose magnificent galloping strides fly towardA starlit horizon, soaked in plum and magenta. Pounding hooves echo through the rain-washed canyonDripping in darknessContinue Reading

Elephants and eyelash mites, streams of life, Of heritage both mighty and minute, Existence spies through milky eyes in strife, Cascades in raging sound—genetic root; The song, the strife, the milky streams all end And yet that end comes as a mystery —The wintry absence of breath— You are theContinue Reading

“My little angel.” It was what my mama called me since before I could remember. She said that I was the most beautiful child to ever exist–her “gift from god.” According to her, when I was born the nurses couldn’t look away. They said that I was the most beautifulContinue Reading

Hold Hands Fingers laced grasp of trust— affection Hug, aka Embrace Encircle enwrap arms firmly press bodies firmly— nuzzle clavicles On Love’s Highest Art: The Kiss Study first her lips with your lips only then slip tongues gingerly (for further study google searchRoy Lichtenstein Kiss II 1964) Re: Cunnilingus #1Continue Reading

after Katrina Agbayani though i spent much of my life trying.chased the barrels like i’d never known the rush of dizziness.clutched the mane of a living thing like we were one and the same.rode bareback in winter like my favorite childhood movie.somewhere in a box left in my childhood homeContinue Reading

if you ever leave me I’m coming with you pass me the fruit we can shed our old skin I won’t mind the bitter bite the second slice we wasted years not knowing but I’ve always been curved at your side you build the fire I’ll suck the marrow fromContinue Reading

BB was a beekeeper. An advocate of the apiary arts. He wrote several tomes on the subject. It was not how he made a living, but how he loved living. Everyone called him “BB.” BB had six sons. Each of BB’s sons, known as GBs, had six sons, known asContinue Reading

The bar attracts its failures, the strangest get in free,one man calls himself the infectious consonant,he cancels every engagement, blaming his grandmother’s face,and nothing sickens himexcept the nausea he gets when looking at thorns The black and white lips by the jukeboxspray out a bond of laughter,they belong to aContinue Reading

We are parasites, bulbous bodies entangled,Swarming atop nests of rotten flesh, fightingAnd crowding on an already choked planet,A hive mind of greed and gluttony, evil oozingFrom our pores, sickly brown muck slickingOur palms as we tear through dying matter. Our bulging guts and sunken eyes scan forNourishment as we traverseContinue Reading