Member since April 22, 2009 | 3,393 Readings |
was born in Missoula, MT.
If you recall only a girl crying / on the red bridge, / face adopted by stitches, / pockets leaden with disorders. / / There must be girls…
Common Nights in the Incidence of Sympathy
/ Habit fixes our mind’s entirely / slippery button. / / * / / Wolves clawing the door. / I turn my lock on you / in a private rain....
In Awe of Scavengers
Mine is an address to a stranger / saying: Again Matthew, I am not you, nor do I listen. / The sky is a cypress weeping / or a weeping cypress: …
Subscribed by Matthew Kaler
POEM MADE OF LIES ABOUT MY LIFE
I have never seen a ghost // I have just one husband, dead and alive / My childhood home was never struck by lightning / I wear red lipstick…
HOT & HEADY
A mountain is where you go / to design commandments, meet the truth; / when you can’t imagine anymore, // when you’d rather open my mouth &…
Who died and made you
I’m sorry that the pencil I gave you // to write out the list of how the day had wronged you / had a lead so soft it collapsed into the page / …
I HAVE NOT YET BEGUN TO DEAL // SUPER…
millennial renderings of patriotic protestations // / i. // We hold these / truths to be / selfie-evident, / that all men / are…
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