While driving through McDonald’s for the nineteenth time that week alone, he paused and stared at their menu sign. Little flecks of red and gold upon a field of white littered with black curving shapes, tiny strips of night. The world upon its axis slowed and time refused flower as the patron held those shapesContinue reading “Drive-Thru Ballad”
Somebody hacked my Instagram while I was fast asleep. Their Russian keys were clacking hard to crack my photo heap. How depressed they must have been, how crestfallen, how “Sad!” to find selfies and nothing more (it must’ve made them mad). So here’s to you, my Russian friend, I raise my glass. Da, cheers! ThanksContinue reading “Collusion, a Ballad Stream”
To my faithful handful of followers, apologies for my absence (I’m sure you all noticed and panicked accordingly). I’ve been visiting family in friends back on the West Coast, which has been a bit of a trip, which I mean less literally than trip in the sense of travel, although it has also been aContinue reading “Apology and Poem”
Anatomy of a Tongue His tongue is forked and soft, like a down-feather bed. He has tamed it but can’t mind the gap. He falls in. Strangers fall in. The world falls in. We all fall in, ready for duty– for a war we already won– everyone knew except for his tongue. His two-path tongueContinue reading “Anatomy of a Tongue”
The fan turns and blows the notes off of the printer– fog against the pane.
This haiku is late and I must apologize– snow is distracting.
The Filament The light bulb falls. It doesn’t turn. There is no shift in its trajectory. It simply falls straight down against the tile , and as the glass meets ceramic (before the bulb shatters) it cracks. Like lightning, the split snakes its way across the domed globe and rends it piece from piece fromContinue reading “The Filament”
Donald J. Trump’s hair lifts in the wind and stays there. The frogs drown in rain.
André V. Katkov Don’t Beg, Good Boy, 2016 Digital 2125 × 2750 px During the more tumultuous periods of his life, Katkov was known to cast aside all social and academic expectations in order to pursue one of his artistic passions: portraits of animals in poorly rendered human clothing. Here we see what is believed to beContinue reading “Don’t Beg, Good Boy”