Last night I ingested my mother’s gold in hopes it would bring value to every worthless part of my body I brought her bangles to my teeth and bit them so hard I drew blood holding them under my tongue … Read More
Mente mia, che presaga de’ tuoi damni, Al tempo lieto già pensosa e trista, Sí ‘ntentamente ne l’amata vista Requie cercavi de’ futuri afanni 1. Let us go now, til it be that all you and I can see … Read More
Our skies sink further into dust and while we wait for cloud-made seams, the earth tears limb from limb, and trusts that we will mend her — so it seems. As fires rage through forests deep, we find ourselves … Read More
In the Earth, Cicadaboy Has an Out-of-Body-Experience Sweat on slate like spilt brain ejaculate, like old sun god’s been plugging holes with lead again, old dog dying of heat stroke again, it’s Thursday, and a series of freak thunderstorms … Read More
