all the words


April 2017

You don’t know what you’re asking

You don’t know what you’re asking when you ask for a poem… You’re asking me to give birth on demand from an empty womb…. … so instead I do heart surgery with rusty tools. And words pick up rust like white gloves pick… Continue Reading →

New York

Every cliché is true – the relentless rhythm at which you run would’ve worn out the best timepieces that have been set spinning in your lifespan – without a “yet,” you keep going. Old isn’t even a word here…. it’s just… Continue Reading →

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