little consequence

eyes open and close through paper days. a body on a pillow. some nights pass quicker through static and silence in the sheets. others fill w...

a clearing in the clouds fills the green between the paths. I sit on the wall and watch the faces pass, leaves in a stream from the library ...

sacrifice tomorrow’s face to chance. nothing worth your time. the ink might as well spill from the pen into the fire. I buy nothing with ano...

contemplating pulp or the news. another death in high definition, turtles bleeding from their eyes. mine are tired from lack of dreams and w...

grow up and listen to the notes you paid to take. book a time to see the doctor. maybe there's more that could explain why I feel the wa...

we make mirrors when the reflection in the pond isn’t clear enough. there was a time before we drew the face. now the feed is full. I know h...

somewhere between sleep and sense: a sun sets on the coals of a birthday I can’t face. from the kitchen sink I watch old ghosts laugh and da...