brenda is dying janey is throwing tantrums laura is barren and molly peed her pants and angela is lonelyandjakeishungryandhaiti isdrowningandbutterfliesaredancingand i can’t breathe. crying is redundant complaining is indulgent so i stare at the embers of campfires and ignorance longing for a moment infused...

And then came the long surrender… - B.H. Fairchild, “Rave On” The larger church an hour away came courting and my father accepted the call. Whether it was his will or God’s, the son had no choice but to follow. It was the first exodus of my memory; a confused goodbye to yellow...

it’s always at night the whirring fan the sweat of a too hot day under too hot sheets all that closeness that exposes all that vastness between who i am and who are you my closet renegade my faraway bedfellow the thundering sundering silence between us suffocates me while you sleep unflinching unfeeling unaware...

Yes yes There is that And there is that Too I hear my bus So please just be good Today my friend.

photo by Andrew Shepherd Buried in allergen-swell sockets - parrying eye for eyes, the Right affection appetent for Yukon in a cup. Leaking over my bedspread, Dawn finds a cleft and whispers A gentle meniscus, floating Past my ear, and in the sense We know the majesty of snowdrops in June. Outside, drills...

I want to give the world a foot massage “Take a load off,” I’d say “You’ve had a long week” I want to buy backpacks for crack babies Teach them E=mc2 Sing them the theme to Fat Albert Show them the correct dosage of sugar for kick-ass Kool-Aid Tell them their mothers’...