Tag Archives: 2017

Hush

Hell was quiet, just a small whitewashed room with a blue curtained window they never opened and the smell of antiseptic permeating the wrinkled bedspread the nurse had fixed lopsided,…

Rhythm

Your silhouette is something celestial the way it stretches and contracts, even in human form it is somehow formless—another partner. Gender does not abide by your fluidity, dancer, you look…

Texas Women

o it’s summer & the mouths of things open wide for sunny beer & crickets are jumping in the balmy, happy night air   all this on the eternal picnic…