After the Party Someone stuffed the downed bottle with screwed wrappers, sweets twisted from their casings: a fish scale mosaic, silvered skins scrunched. The gaps – still lakes...

      Parting Out The body is like a car, and if you don’t use it, it dies. I spent too much time in my head, body puttered out, became just parts to be junked out My 3rd grade...

      After The Event The doctor listened sympathetically and told me to maybe take a holiday and to think about my diet and to exercise. She recommended that I take up a hobby. Join...

      The Road to Vyborg   On the road to Vyborg I try to count the dead on my hands, but run out of fingers.   The road is dangerous and this is Russia, you say. Over and...

       Breather On the church steps, pink horseshoes hook silver hearts, lift in the wind, petalling grass and graves. In suits and awkward hats, round the lich-gate strangers...

      The Narrator Warns I became bored with the view of investing shapes with meaning when the suspicion arose they had none. A couple on the grass, their story interrupted by...

      international man of mystery i always want to be the better me the guy who handles shit and get things done but here i am in a hotel room in salzburg flipping out because my...

      Auspices of Transience He is a refugee from the city of hash and twigs. The suitcase he carries is half-empty. She was grown in a glasshouse fueled by brimstone and burnt words....

      The Tale Too Light to Tell She was unlike the others. She talked and walked differently. She wanted to float and glide and fly. She put stones in her pockets to keep herself on...