Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
Is it okay if we just sit by the TV until you find sleep (you’re always first) Is it okay that I lie in bed ’til lunch that I stack the dishwasher and hang the toilet paper the wrong way that I say how I really feel when asked that I want to read, rather […]
Morea walk, shortened, in October bluster. black branches flailing. shake off leaves to the bonfire of fall. escape, they do, in a tumble dry dance. carpet the catwalks. stick to the shoes. the future’s opaque. carrying, carrying things. stumbling towards rest. knuckles of anxiousness push up, under the jawline. birthing ball bearings. must be swallowed. […]
Morewhat is it so sore to the touch purpleness unthinkable to show to see to ask for absolution something unaired not healed by time and so one goes about a life with cultivated shallowness a sham in fear of a plumbing of the depths
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