Kelp   Doubtweed roots into the seams of my sidewalk square. Concrete breaking off into a sea of kelp and pitch-tar, snapped from the h...

  Brain Diving   In the dark of my skull, we strike the flare  on a lobe—they still burn in cerebral fluid. The walls light up, cognition...

 

 

For Christmas will you get me down for an appointment at the bathhouse?  The raptors can nibble the dead bits inside me, like those Turk...

The doctor said I wasn’t broken, again. Turns out: it was boredom.  There’s a hierarchy inside of me, keeping me awake and worried. I do...

I’ll tunnel to you from my outcrop, funded by some sweaty s&p fortunates; you can watch as we construct 1,000 bridges, all on the ro...

The lemon tree on the porch  was apparently growing limes.  I forgot what I’d planted two years earlier. The fruit went untouched, ...

My finger drags the plane through the sky stringing a line between trees and as I lie in the grass we call in coordinates for the strike,...