She reads to me of the stupidity of once upon a time when the world believed windows flowed slowly swallow her incredulity bloody scrape of then against now pane […]

  Sometimes, when I post poetry, I am tempted to explain myself, but then I remember how very much I like to read poetry and how very little I enjoy […]

Is it Monday?  I’ve lost track and several laps to sleep and incoherence.  Because when I think, I cough until I cry, I give you this instead and until … […]