Kiss and Tell
(a making-out-with-life experience) Does a cactus in the desert worry about rain? Can you miss something that you have never seen or someone you have never met? Have you ever … Continue reading Kiss and Tell
Tag: poetry
tHe cRoSsWoRds
Are you scared to read me? To undress me with your e y e s with each word your brain scans, slowly pinching your f i numb g e r … Continue reading tHe cRoSsWoRds
The Sophisticate Hick
My right knee caps been hurtin all duh time now,and I’ve had a sore throat fer almost two months.Sum days, I have trouble jus gittin off duh floor.I have tuh … Continue reading The Sophisticate Hick
Little Whisper
My todays tarry, flaked, bright sunrises to glowing, midnight moon, tangled in an inevitable swoon, constantly chasing the prizes of the lives we marry. Little whisper breathe, and pepper my … Continue reading Little Whisper
nOn-cOmmOn sEnsE
I went to the grocery store today. They did not have any strawberries. Or cherries. Or green bananas. Or fresh oranges. I immediately thought, figures, considering. I tried looking for … Continue reading nOn-cOmmOn sEnsE
I Reflect Me
(I looking at looking me) I pull at me’s skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, … Continue reading I Reflect Me
But, Still!
The first person to shave away all their pubic hair – what were they thinking? Did they just wake up one morning, sip a cup of coffee, turn on the … Continue reading But, Still!
Miss. Behave Ing
Hearing the scratching (We are the floor we feel,) of finger nailing the backing, (our unfrozen terrain remains unfrayed) while smelling the necking (as we explore the sacred friction of … Continue reading Miss. Behave Ing
The Second Hand
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of … Continue reading The Second Hand
Cattywampus
I find it suspect that, in this moment of infinity, in this moment of lollygag, out of all the things you could be reading, out of all the things you … Continue reading Cattywampus
These Three Words
She shivers and delivers misty breaths as she cries and tears ride down her cheeks, onto her chest. He stammers and hammers his fists into the ground with bloody sounds … Continue reading These Three Words
Southern Shadows Gothic
Finally, the sunrise. The light awakens me. It permeates the cracks of the blinds. It stabs my blackout curtains with prison shanks. I hear the neighbor’s rooster. The birds begin … Continue reading Southern Shadows Gothic
