“Blood Red Roses,” “The Ghosts,” and “Scapulary”
Blood Red Roses Blood red roses Booming bloom explosions Spurting fountain dark in deep red arcs Thick spreading like syrup pooling at our feet…
“A Corn in the Bottle” and “How Nights Harbour Our Scars”
A Corn in the Bottle No one stands on grinding stone & wage wars against it, no one does! No one dwells on mortal & plot evils against it, no…
Slave Morality
Some people read Culture of Critique and become Nazis I read it and decided to join the winning side I’m already circumcised so I’ll have a…
“Crossing the Line” and “Minotaur”
Crossing the Line As the ship drew closer to the line of the equator the sea king began to lick his lips in anticipation of the celebration which…
“Lip Gloss,” “My Computer Was So Slow Today I Was Left There Thinking,” and “Tolstoy’s Depression”
Lip gloss She applied Lip gloss And looked At her friend "I always Wear black Jeans" She then puts The lip gloss Away And her Hands On her knees "I…
Contemplating Hate
To be published in some literary journals a poet must avoid being racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, xenophobic or ableist. It…
The Confiscation Wars
I: The Man with No Tattoos was dragged through the streets by a mob of women, whose distinguishing features are black ink markings sketched across…
“Creatures of Instinct,” “The End of the Rainbow,” and “Break Your Soul”
creatures of instinct stop to think and you have already fucked it up we are creatures of instinct relying on thoughts is like watching a cat try to…
“Catechism” and Other Poems
Catechism The world is made of love I tell the little girls in catechism class on Wednesday nights at six. Not little really: eighth or seventh…
What Did You Unlearn?
Do you still believe the bullshit Drilled into you while young and impressionable? And didn’t know better? Do you still think people are kind at…
