Floating
Alex would never admit to himself that he was here because Chloe said they could “hang out.” The words sounded weightless coming from Chloe’s mouth. He imagined that if he were to say the same words, they would be held to the ground by spiky…
Livin’ In The Fridge
It’s 1993, and Weird Al is singing a parody of a reasonably-successful Aerosmith song, peppered liberally (like the original Steven Tyler/Joe Perry composition) with references to paranoia, bizarre forms of life, decay, rot and a general undercurrent of simmering unease. Oh, and it’s got a…
Manual of Style
You’ve done it. Thousands of words of bleary academic jargonese. You’ve mastered the form. I.e., lots of hyphens. Lots of “effect” used as a verb, and “affect” as a noun. Lots of “he or she” and “him or her”. Very careful, very politically correct; damnably…
Bound, the Good Way
Ink slick expressions never need a microphone Instead, the words unfold in our breath and hang, a woolly air that swells our skin and deepens the lines that inform our fingertips that we are different people Instead, they turn up the volume on our heartbeats,…
Power Up
New Yorkers hate a lot of things.In no specific order, we hate: the constant hassle of tourists, the heat, the cold, the rain, the traffic, the MTA, the hipsters in Williamsburg, the mutants in Queens, the snobs in Manhattan, their jobs, New Jersey, people from…
Sand
it’s like we all grow up to be beer chugging habit seeking human missiles scratching our heads searching the rivers deep for what we welcomed long ago television drugs lofty excess coffee tire swings and freedom watching plants grow eating raw tomatoes i’m drunk i’m…
Book Spine Poetry
Beloved women in persuasion nation The hours come closer The waves howl The violent bear it all away