Without knowing who you’re fucking with, the distance between fear and love finds you laying in a crucified position; or that’s what it felt like
Off in the distance, someone leaps over blue thimble globes & thistles, just clears grape hyacinths’ beaded flowers, smacks full into delphinium spears. Later she
On quiet spring twilights—no sun or wind or rain— you can sit on the grassy shore inches from the sandy edges of water with
When I march, I walk in circles. When I sing, I veer off key. When I sleep, I dream uneasy. When I drive, I speed
I always ask you, do you have everything? Because you always lose everything. You do not want children. I treat you like a child.
It’s always the shit writers that have some sort of meaningful connection to singer songwriter acts. Like, I don’t give a shit what Taylor Swift
When I see a notification on my computer, I am compelled to address it. What can be greater than fixing problems? Don’t you want
I. JUNE My sunflower bag, this June day on Carmel beach I fill with pink stones and will go on making a mosaic
On Zzyzx, I mourn myself in a monsoon while a friend formulates epistemologies of boyhood: from a point of youth, a crochet hook it
On a 90-degree Tuesday, we decided to end our summer with a Splash, capital S. My wife, two teenage sons, yellow lab, and I traveled