Letters on Love
Self begins exactly like that paragraph ended … with a question, an inevitably shifting question and outcome.
Sainted
I ain’t never been pure white. But I sure as hell ain’t bloodied and scared beyond the usual.
Mother Mo(u)rningstar
I’d sing for you… If i had a better time off this page. Scream to see it through…
Living in a Nightmare
Murder and genocide are NOT patriotism. It’s dominance. Erasure is a play on power, and America does the shit well.
Hazy, I Pee, Eh?
Life comes clearer on a hot, hazy summer day.
Sunburnt shoulders hunched from carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of your child and his laughter.
My Best Drinking Buddies Have Joined AA
My best drinking buddies have joined AA,
given up the bottle, sobered up, gotten on the wagon
without falling off.
Las Vegas Tour Company
on the corner
of Casino Center and Colorado with the studded thongs and the leashes around their slim necks and those high- waisted hot-pants hiked up to that sinched waist terrified by the possibility of beauty, while forgetting what
it might
be
...slowly
losing
life
Cruelest Curse
Cruelest Curse
Poem About My Mother
When the Fascists Come
The Holy Effing Balance
A semi-poetic, unfocused, whiskey-soaked rant about the sweet spot between isms and that our choices in ideologues is a pack of false shaman preaching horseshit.
The Government is Lying to You and Trying to Kill You (or, I Tried to Write an Aubade but Wrote This Instead)
If the government doesn’t kill me
I’ll choke on my own bile
Alone, forsaken, reviled.
ICE is Not Nice / Make Them Go Away
Fascism is Not Fun
Deep Exhaustion
Thinking About Bipolar Rage After Watching “Angry Elephants Attack Animals, Wildly and Savagely Taking Over” on YouTube
Rejection Refuse
Recipe for Conspiracy Theories
New Life Order
The wire is tight and high.
The risk is apparent.
The reward is not.
There’s a darkness that makes the bright days sulk.
There’s a gripping fear of vast opportunity choked by diminutive time.
There’s a restlessness that exhausts all inspiration.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.