Wednesday 30 September 2020


 our best moments i

 wanted more

you moved to control 

alt delete 

on the steppes we

find ourselves 


may i sit beside you

in the rain?


Tuesday 29 September 2020


my DNA got to shifting 

crackling beneath the power lines

pupils turned to bolts

of high voltage lightning


Monday 28 September 2020

autumn like a junky

once the sweetest season 
now full of fire and smoke
like a junky once was
the sweetest boy 
now full of piss
and vinegar


Sunday 27 September 2020


interior lands lock on a promise 
hollow. blue and red days
sun struck turn orange
a madman a conspiracy they
conflagrate they suck all the oxygen

a boy in class raises his head to ask
without green how will we get
the others? 
silence answered
the sound of colors 


Saturday 26 September 2020


 i have seen sunrises i live by the llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll light


Friday 25 September 2020


Roll the tape! Brotherhood of

backflip off diving board half

toed wild temperate like

pool nerves snapped


pandemic looked pale

in comparison


Thursday 24 September 2020

i saw i was

i saw i could not see you i 

was the wishing i could explain i 

was the urge to be right i saw 

the key. i was the let down in your eyes 

i saw the first day of fall


Wednesday 23 September 2020




hopelessly majestic


replete with 


i love



Tuesday 22 September 2020


fall like a charred

 anthem our throats

coated with smoke


a city on all sides

surrounded by fire

from a distance

the prayer


the sea


Monday 21 September 2020


they had seeds for eyeballs the

oval packed about with soil

melancholy was their vital

irrigation the tears

in reverse 


Sunday 20 September 2020


i'm a lucky one found

work that makes me think

and feel. congruent with my 

mission on this fucked up 

planet earth


Saturday 19 September 2020

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I really liked the story and the message of this novella. I don’t think I’ve read a stream of consciousness styled book in a long time and parts were hard for me to get into.

It surrounds four 20-somethings in the Chicago area in 1999. The point of view is through the eyes of Kat and her experiences.

Overall I liked it, but probably not loved it. I would read more from this author, especially if there was a sequel to find out what happened in Kat’s life after 1999. :)

I won this book from a Goodreads giveaway, but these are my true opinions. Thank you for the chance at reading this book.

Thursday 17 September 2020


she took a train and they could see her
tear two sugars for her coffee
while the china rattled 

she contemplated her navel 
should i tell them what's
on my mind? she 

thought she thought
she thought


Wednesday 16 September 2020


the shade of lipstick

made from poison 

berry matches your eyes

fierce yet optimistic


Tuesday 15 September 2020



my thoughts racing
kept me up at night
chasing. voices whispering i
tried to be polite but they
would not heed i
shouted tore at my hair
until my head bleed. finally
i got busy with chores and like
a plant without water they
could not live no

i buried you under a thousand pounds

social anxiety mixed with

tears medication fears and 

dysphoria. what a mercy



Sunday 13 September 2020

death by tablet

robotic dogs and drones

cardboard cutouts at baseball games

peanuts and popcorn by microwave

virtual tours and perpetual world

wars. super storms and lightning

complex. next is death by tablet. 

oh! what a time to fall

in love 



the calm comes 

from within


Friday 11 September 2020


may the spirit prevail through 

heat smoke and virus 

fire and political storm in twenty

twenty. i push and make demands

of this lethargic clumsy body 

just the same 


harvey: god of the sea

we took some shots you 

caught me in transition on 

a silver disc. years later we 

met for dinner. i was lost

a cat back up hurt and poor 

you gave a royal fanfare i 

found out you're gone by 

internet. i will never forget you

my god of the sea and

to the sea you return


Wednesday 9 September 2020


i got 8 cavities i

filled one with coffee

two with hopeful thoughts. one

with words the participles

dangling off a crown.

i got 8 cavities

the one closest to the root i

filled with feeling

stacked another high

with books to the ceiling

i got 8 cavities i

hold out on any dentist

keep my goldfish ina shallow

pool of flouridated


the very last?

for to keep

the ones who have no




they killed me with kindness they

sure got a way with 




Monday 7 September 2020

bloody right


she flossed her teeth six times 

the day before the dentist

to save herself a guilt trip

you can wake up feeling fat ugly stupid

and be wrong


Sunday 6 September 2020


o heavy cloud made of timber 

nuclear bloom over our 




careless affairs

breaking the 


the fire 

in my belly 

will not be subsumed


i offer these 



Saturday 5 September 2020


the AQI was awfully high 

banana slugs had a cough i 

called my best in conditioned air

to volunteer the feeling then dug out

a break controlled a burn. we 

lend voices to the bodies in

the pitch


Friday 4 September 2020

bluelight 4

our expressions masked. our eyes

reflections of blue light. our friendships 

our lessons our lives within zoom



barely visible behind

spring locks they 

could not imagine 

any future 

so they sought refuge 

in the past. years  

in their head

until they found the key

to unlocking

a life


Wednesday 2 September 2020


rising in elevation 

through pine forest

deep into fall and a brushing

of snow

few words between us we 

cut up some wood

built a fire 

the shadows jumping

the walls give the room life 

tell me a story i 

don't care if it's true we

make it all up 

as we go


Tuesday 1 September 2020

x differential

though miles and miles away we 

wrote the same  sentences typed the same

words struck the same tone hit the same


what set us apart

was my letter x

to your letter