Now I am supposed to grip your hand back Otherwise you’ll try checking my pulse Be alive. Stay present. I was supposed to lean against you but splashed Slurpee in your frozen lap and now you’re bluish How long was I squeezing your hand? Like a doula, you let me realize when the nerves were […]
resistance is futile.thinking of us dailyprepared you for mesince before you’d heardof resistance.and still you have wanted it.
Thanking fading sins Doubt of consequence is seeping in. Each one shaking with feeling, but wouldn’t say, “And the commandment, which was ordained to life, I found to be unto death.” The wind hinting-hurling at a tempest mind says to the emptiness in waiting… Though it was to be filled with faith— Being whole unknown […]
In the morning they installed 100% California Bluegrass. Avalon made people around her vindictive and impatient when she wasn’t trying to. To them, she was obtrusive in sight and impossible to get out of their heads. So the night before, when they thought no one could find them for being so dark, I saw with […]
The scent in those leaves is yours The heat of the tangle we share The hit of this tango we’ve skipped Long lost in the jungle we wait Four limbs to be strangles in “yes” Head light from the toggle and twish I’ve longed to be headstrong and wrong Five eyes to be open and […]
Utopia was realAt one timeIt was not newWas not unlikely Was deservedAt one time Till then, againEndure this hell
What is not gradient?What flow of time isn’t eventual memory loss? What remembrance wasn’t each day feeling the real thing less and less and then transferring sensation into delusional perception—for the sake of not fading? What isn’t gradient?It should not even be a word. What catatonic love wasn’t daily forgetting why anything was worth the […]
( This piece was recently published the Hawaii Pacific Review. That enough was reason to open it & I was more than pleasantly surprised❕💬 ) by Hosho McCreesh (from A Deep & Gorgeous Thirst) At the chalet and you’re guzzling down bombers of Farmer beer, and the occasional measure of … A Deep & Gorgeous […]
The chosen ones made idols. Statues of gold and genies right below the present, True and Living God. Stay far from gold. Whatever you should decide to arrive in, let it not be gold. Too oft does gold stimulate hungry pupils readied with greedy hearts waiting to make of you a statue and symbol of […]
I am the River Moldau collecting beneath crossed ankles. I am the sideways push to get out from your path. I am you, stained grey-air ash. I am warmest French bread and condensation on the plate. Me and the droplets waiting for spreadable Everything’s Better Butter.
I melt right down to sticky glaze thinking those sweet cherubs had to be consoled of me. Seeing those faces in the yearbooks past, I wonder if I’ve done my job well enough. Old friends I’ve tormented tell me it made them stronger — made the smiles afterward longer lasting. Over the years, these dear […]
Key click and key click And decline with surety this and the next also “Could these pieces be any more hollow?” “These aren’t writers. These are twenty-something-aged children” So the poems and the flash fiction and the creative nonfiction are sophomoric So I begin hating my job as an editor This publication is small so […]