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wooden hearts in the sun

Vacuum Extraction

Once, in an ultrasound room, a technician in a faded grey frock asked me which pregnancy this was. “My ninth,” I said in a flat voice.

horses in fog

before whisky after jazz

“after the toe-teasing whisky whipping morning jazz beach-kissing i wanted us to shift to the centre of our sun i found a black hole…”

Lotus

Lotus

It doesn’t matter how old the wound is; the mere mention of him makes my mood shift. “Let the past be the past,” they claim. I am. “What’s your problem?” I have none.

Sam Sax, nightmare

sam sax’s Madness Under Examination

Madness by sam sax (whose name is stylized lowercase) is perhaps put best in sax’s own words— the book is a “vast pastoral of… illness.”

A sideway cityscape used to represent modernism and postmodernism

A side of meaning with my postmodern

Modernism and Postmodernism: I have always found postmodern arguments extremely meta, highly frustrating and full of hyperintellectualizing.

Alice Campbell Romano - skateboarding in the sunset

Someone to Watch My Back

Our mother had a tattoo. We didn’t see it until we washed her before the undertaker came. It was two tattoos, in truth. Two brown dots, one above her right breast, one below.

Austin Kelly – Candid and Authentic Poems

Austin Kelly – Coke and Whiskey, and Grand Delusions of Winter – You kept me company like the other cheerleaders couldn’t, from park to hotel, ride to store…

Chandy C. John - Man in Shadow

For David

I write this to remember, David. I need something more fluid than a photograph, something that comprehends more of you…”