Still, I Don't Regret It
We hung the hammock between our necks, nestled the letters and the sea shells and love's other portents between our marked heads. So...
Untitled
If the road will not rise to reach our tongues, then let us be puppets and pave roads from the signs of the mute. & if we cannot express...
Strabyssmic
The darkness is cross-eyed. It's always seeing double. I know this because on the night that your X-Ray packed its bags, it switched off...
Sewert's Epiphany
Gasping, stumbling, groping and fumbling, the gloom belches, and Sewert reaches the present once again. Dim-eyed, dazzled, he combs...
Sewert's First Journey to the Future Goes Awry
Out on the town with his boys from way back, Sewert runs into the only girl he's ever loved. Now this hasn't happened yet, mind you, but...
Sewert and the Fantasmic Journey Down
Here we find Sewert....dangling limply, nounless, unpunctuated, quite undone, tail tucked between his legs as he skitters on alone....
House Fan
on summer evenings before I settle into bed I set the house fan to its highest setting for a little noise to sleep to and some cool air...
Throwing Out the Landline
The day is coming when Mom will throw out the landline. She’ll see how small a task it is to bar up all the windows, and she’ll know why...
Anamnesis
it feels like remembering the events of a dream in which you died falling but never hit the ground it feels like waking / drenched in...
Homo Sepia
no summer's in the pitter-patter of the idling Buick’s engine in the time spent waiting while the school clocks inch closer to asymptotic...
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