i don’t know what happens here at the arm of the great barn door the moment the day breaks through itself & the night capsizes between two watery thighs if the earth was made of salt we’d all be starving little belly full of hay sun breeze & a giant mud stage with a tambourine [...]
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The Wolf
it was half-past the time of day when no road was the right road when all the churches were empty and the blues lit up like a highway over the dank southern sun vibes on the street had me feeling like second hand news, the way the sun beat the tile the steel breeze, the [...]
Wild Card
Original artwork by T. Blake the night was broken, as we know, and what was missing was the blood-pink moon i asked a star for directions, on my way due west, i could not say but by the eyes of the owls was led down a staircase that spiraled to the cellar of the earth [...]
White Apple
the speaker in this scene is a woman who lives in a house in the center of the desert with a tilted doorframe and a turntable stuck on repeat (Hall & Oates for days) and adjacent to a wall papered with clocks that have no face, a little wooden bar where she serves all the [...]
Blue Elephant
the morning is flat and has a face, a two-pronged smile and a trunk full of gold, eyes cutting like electric diamonds through the haze the sunrise is magnetic and has teeth, i awaken sharpened and ready for flight, a horde of feathered blue elephants painting clarities across the sky i rub my eyes and [...]
Speakeasy
the night was a sunken treasure chest and the moon was always late horizon like an hourglass—twice stirred— tipsy as a ship shaken in salt and the room was sideways with a swinging light, walls like a green dream made of sand, a single, red bar and two magnums full of pencils phonograph percolating like [...]
Seven Road
View the full text of this poem. I. it’s a white witch kind of Sunday air like a dream catcher, crystal leaves, and all the pixies from the night before are still standing, rusted eyeshadow, breasts of wind and hairs crossed like the silk of a gin fizz on the back your throat i woke [...]
