The funeral is over, Eliza is back at work, and she has eaten dinner at home three times now, once alone, even.
A Queer Translates Rilke
I long to know his self-described “epic head”
with my eyes closed. But for now, his torso
radiates from my screen like a delirious
lighthouse, like it is recharging my
Patience is one virtue that me and Wayne both got in spades.
The king’s first wife went crazy and no longer obeyed him, so he sent her away.
Since You Left I Have Spent My Days Staring Blankly at the Beer Sign in the Bar From the Time it Opens Until Closing Time
Neon
Neoff
Boredom
I walked through the senior hallway, heart beating fast. The boys’ stares burned into my skin as they whispered things to each other.
In my head, dating women was a body competition.
Because let’s face it, boiled tea does not meet my privileged standards for heat.
“If you have to say you’re fine, you’re probably not,” the crow replied.
I remember being young and small and barefoot on the concrete floor: look closely and see how the cicada shells vibrate as the Texas Hill Country winds sift in.
Lenore was at the cusp. I’m cusping, Percy, she rasped. Percy was unsure what to do about it. Press forward? Hang back?
In jazz, woodshedding refers to the shed you sequester yourself in, as a young musician learning the craft, a private space to develop your own style, away from prying eyes or critical ears.
i trapped pete wentz
in a pastoral landscape
Married twenty years today, Heather and Vic play that game.
It’s the first time I remember feeling that superstrong tween indignation that he’d taken something that was supposed to be just mine.
They walked along the railroad somewhere in Atlanta on a cold and bitter night, the full moon above them like a yellow coin some unforgiving God had tossed far out into the galaxy. In the near
Every car passing by might house a backseat scout
Were this place to close, or burn, or fall, in an earthquake, down.
Were it to flood or be bulldozed to make way for the gray &
unmusical slab of an apartment building. Were it to be
There is a crawl space in my lover’s house that his wife and children don’t know about. He likes to sing into it when he’s drunk and he’s only drunk when he’s with me.
Nate and I were in a band together throughout high school — screamo with keyboards.
I dreamed my brother gave his dog to a friend in New York
who could better care for him. we walked into the woods
behind the wintered swim club where the swan babies
held their bonfires. I was
A city wide boil advisory is still out. Brain eating amoebas were detected in the tap.
Q-tips were her guilty pleasure. She loved the feel of them caressing her inner ear, reaching the itch she could otherwise not scratch. Even when there wasn’t a swish of water lodged within, she loved
If I’m going to be honest, my life has been running at something of a parallel to Husker Football for the last ten years, over which time I’ve tried to hack it as a musician, restaurateur, and writer.
A Flash Book Review of ‘50 Barn Poems’ and Brief Interview with Zac Smith
My mother once jumped off a boat into a swarm of jellyfish. Why did she think they would not sting?
