after Alan Michael Parker it starts as a rash hungover past the yellow line i blur into a stroller on the far platform we threw out anything remotely half-used: my bedsheets lay limp, like bedsheets egg whites crease on themselves … Read More
Yes to the catchup, I saw your text, I’m just not sure about which day I’m free yet, but I’ll reply soon No, of course. No worries. Looking forward! But I’m just not sure about which day My hands … Read More
after “Howl” (1956) by Allen Ginsburg I saw the best minds of my generation locked-in scribbling syllables at desks in the basement C floor of Firestone library covered in a lifetime’s layer of dust, who skipped last month’s Labyrinth … Read More
To diagnose someone means they’re already sick. We need more time, I tell my investors––Kissinger and the other men. It can only happen in blood. I don’t give stories or specificities. Silicon Valley means you create the outline and let … Read More
Leaves cascade from the oak, to which my parents swore, stems diseased by my sins? I trace the veins anyway, hoping they will lead me to their quiet, promised land. It lies within a barren forest. where whispers linger, … Read More
introducing the body size thirty-four B tits, forty-four round hips slim twenty-nine-inch waist thick thighs I used to once hate a gap so spaced that words fly out of it a forehead so big you could play chess on it … Read More
The Amistad sails a silent scream across the sea. In its wake, a dark tapestry woven with violence. Mouths in the hold lie open, inaudible, begging for the nothingness that is everything. On this ship, terror lurks. A violence … Read More
Love is an expression simple to understand but tough to maintain. It’s like a symphony of instruments created individually but only complete together. The catch being that the notes are obscure. The sheet music is unscripted and all that’s left … Read More
Mmm, linoleum floors, my favorite, I think. It’s 7:30 am, according to the analog clock on the wall, and I’m officially pissed at being up this early for my driver’s license exam. “Window 10 is OPEN!” an older … Read More
The tracing of distress tailored against the coarse lining ripples and bumps engulf flickers of dim hope. The clashing dissonance overwhelms one boundary, edging to the brim of its inverse. The tracing persists. Wrenching and tugging at seams of a … Read More
Ma snatched me out her stomach on a Wednesday. My first day as abrupt as it could be Gather the elders, gather the aunties. Ma didn’t plan on having me They sang a song to put her at ease Her … Read More
The human brain coevolved with the emergent faculties of language and storytelling. Memory and narrative are not merely byproducts of cognition; they are fundamental to how we organize experience across time. For humans, the physical body does not precede the … Read More
