Published inWrite Under the Moon·PinnedMember-onlyRun Away with MeWe could do it — We could do it, that ultimate letting go before the swarms of meaning or responsibilities and need come marching through the haze of daylight to surround this idea with the solid smack of the ground meeting faces but we could take a brush and paint the world into an escape. …Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inScrittura·PinnedMember-onlyThat DayI was going to say “Let’s go see a movie.” — I was going to say, “Let’s go see a movie” then the bottle of Kraken rum shrieked at me from on top of the fridge and I lost my car and keys and ability to drive in one go because it’s lonelier than I am and just wants to be…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·PinnedMember-onlyKnotsHow we lever ourselves into nightmares and dreams — The stomach is a Gordian creature. How we inhale, how we push down, how we lever ourselves into nightmares and dreams. I remember walking down Chestnut St once, enthralled by the play of light through the elms on the uneven, frequently broken sidewalk. I thought then, though a dramatic and…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inScrittura·PinnedMember-onlyConversations That Wake You Up at NightSometimes you can’t get out from the silence of your blanket — A tired woman whose boot heels come smashing down on every step. Someone falls against the hallway walls. On Broadway, only separated by three buildings and thinning trees, the hue-and-cry happens again, at 2:19 a.m., and you get caught up. The light you left on in the oven. The light…Prose2 min readProse2 min read
Published inScrittura·PinnedMember-onlyThe EchoFlash fiction — It was the end of Spring, the warmth of summer already coursing through the air. The elm trees, not yet burdened with their full green, standing as the sentinels of this place. Already, traffic seems to slow, the endless construction season beginning as people start to hightail it out of…Prose5 min readProse5 min read
Published inArtRock·2 days agoMember-onlyThe Mess I Handed YouWhen I took off my skin — You see, when I took off my skin, and gave it to you to wash with touches and looks — stood before you all 176 cm of trembling, twisting vacillating raw nerve, roots already sinking below the earth in search of water — I didn’t know just how much dirt I’d handed you…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·5 days agoMember-onlyThree ClocksTime is just a button we push — In the kitchen, there are three clocks, and they all say something different as if they know that time is just a button we push to punctuate conversation. I had a good time with you last night…if you have the time…I could make time for that…tempus fugit, huh… In the…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inWrite Under the Moon·Nov 28Member-onlyMorningsYou never liked to leap out of bed — I was up early enough to catch the full face of the Beaver Moon stream right through the kitchen window and I remembered how you never liked to leap out of bed but stayed lying down for at least half an hour your face, glowing with sleep lying on an elbow happy enough to be awake and still…Prose Poem2 min readProse Poem2 min read
Published inKnow Thyself, Heal Thyself·Nov 27Member-onlyThe Raised Arms of DesireI haven’t written a word in days. — I haven’t written a word in days. The old familiar ache, a sense of doom and terror: what if they’re done with me, what if I’ve written the last thing I’ll ever write, what if the words never explode from my fingers again…those words, anyway, go crawling, scraping over my…Prose4 min readProse4 min read
Published inScuzzbucket·Nov 23Member-onlyTurningWhat’s the matter? Ghost got your pen? — Turning the words off, then on, then to some twisted middle flow…what’s the matter? Werewolf got your tongue? Feral fixtures freaking, frequent purple grass and night grounds where the moon’s silver fingers pluck away shades of resistance; never knowing what’s in the shadows, the work of the dark begins with…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
