poetry
Ignited Bias
 Before slate light Could throw ice On ignited bias Weak men Proceed Text and Images ...
But Not Me
When the thieves busted through us Smashing picture-frames and drinking up the moonlight You marked your skin with the ...
Some Potential Lost
If I had seen your feet first (specifically your shoes) This episode in which I ...
We’re Coming Up On That
Apparently: I fell face-first Into the corner Of this room, a neatly-painted floor (no recollection of ...