October 2, 2018 | Poetry
Flat water became rare in the house.
We loosened our jaws and drank
sparkling water from... more
October 1, 2018 | Poetry
Every book says I’ll miss this part.
I walk around the trailer park that has been dropped on top of a small hill like it’s just bird shit on a windshield. The boy with ‘Mama Tried’ tattooed underneath his eyes and ‘Country Fried’ inscribed above them got shot through the heart in the smallest trailer in Hogwaller.