Norman

Though my teeth sit on the shelf behind the mirror and gravity has hammered my spine into an “S,” I remain frozen behind my passing molecules, the moments of my memory shaking. I was looking through some old works of mine to see how I had done them and I came across this incompletion. I…

Mechanical Men

Mechanical Men Apply the brakes adjust the slack scrape your boots and bring the collars and buckets, grab my smokes said Dick Remember all the things you hated, all the moments you endured when you were too young for pain? The crosses you broke before and after seem to be but gaps that have nothing…

The Notebook of Molly Pitcher

The following is a collection of snippets culled from a journal that remained unclaimed at a public library for many years. The title is taken from a person’s name on the inside front cover. — Stuart Pulkok came running into the kitchen where his parents were arguing and holding up mom’s dildo triumphantly exclaimed “mommy,…

Promises of Gold

I won’t waste time stopping my fears But I wouldn’t mind you stopping a while Gold is a waste if you can’t see it taste it or feel it, take it out once a while. Waiting for the Summer to please me, forward is a breath beyond illusion on my knees I drag my devotion…