Earth-Held

I went out before light, left you naked at the door. I left you aching. I ached, too. I went into the softness of...

Air Bag

i have tasted air bag, it’s a badge of honor, a one-way ticket to epiphany, it tastes like burnt rubber, like powdery words sucked...

Random pieces

Shapes and Signals

Doing the Work: An Interview with John Yamrus

“No man but a blockhead ever wrote, except for money,” said the prolific 18th Century writer Samuel Johnson, according to his contemporaneous biographer, James...

Grab Bag

Goddam Anne Frank