There were times when I ate nothing but  plumes of poisoned smog for days on end.  I’d avoid anything heavy or even meagrely there,  to place a mere morsel in my mouth was something  too tempting and somehow undignified,  something forbidden,     leading to:  a loss of control,  frenzied ingestion,  then disgust with myself —  reaching... Continue Reading →

The moon is half drunk outside my apartment window,  it matches my glass of wine. I salute you, my ghostly friend,  as you spill your hazy halo upon the water. Tranquility  is bruised upon your bottom, mine is bruised upon my brain My mind is half drunk. I would ask for the forgetfulness from this... Continue Reading →

I love my native country  As vehemently   As I detest its culture   I love my father As much As I dislike his personality   I love my son As greatly As I deplore his lifestyle   I love my selfhood As dearly as the whole human race As I despise its animalness  Photo by... Continue Reading →

This is a lucky place thought I as I sat in obscurity.   I recall no beginning can fathom no likely exit.   I am, simply with a vision housed in the noble envelope a treasure uncertain of its form gently inviting to the traveler.     Senses beyond the earthly realm shedding the obsolete particles... Continue Reading →

New issues, new dissections, but old directions, still hitting into the same sea of likes and dislikes, can I at least downvote this status into an oblivion beyond all the smiling false faces? My only headway is in the anthologies of others, no spotlight, just another position juxtapositioned on a live stream where everything amounts... Continue Reading →

She’s going into prostitution when she’s 18, she brags. Daddy broke her down like a puzzle, and she leans all her pieces against Wesley whenever he stands still. She writes on his hand, property of,  in felt tip pen, which he shows me days later. I avoid her eyes as we pass each other in... Continue Reading →

So, all this feeding. Kisses come to mind. And mouths have teeth. The vampire wakes, and rouses with it appetites as old as friends. A melody, or sacrifice of self: the only things that make me cry. So sadness, being beauty’s daughter, tells me why I eat: to fatten on the world, to hope that... Continue Reading →

It always smells of someone who has lost tomorrow or else strongly scented cheap perfume. Perhaps it is because I take the stairs as a kind of morning punishment. Still at 3:30 am when the television finally renounces me, it is a way to encounter the human hazards like myself who swallow their particular current... Continue Reading →

Some of us suffer insult after death. Like stammering Uncle Bob, who died of cancer after my wild-eyed sister welcomed him to stay. His chance for a friend, she rebelled against their mad clan of mean drunks, disloyal liars, and butcher-knife siblings shunning him for serving time twice for theft. He painted her portrait with... Continue Reading →

That shifting pile of grains, my lifetime of decisions, leads me here: Too late for “now.” Only “then” and “when” in the toolbox. What to build with that? What to fix? How well have I learned to use these tools? How many scars, misshapen nails along the way? Sitting back is more uncomfortable than I’d... Continue Reading →