The Mislaid Sun

Borrowed pink plastic lawn seat.Loud folk music filtered over laughter.The naked feet of friendstickling the trimmed grassesbelowmulticolor swimsuits.Ice-cold beer like … More

Misfit Saturday

Pedaling through punk rockfields, neon yellow streaks,the spike of several weeks.Empty overpass rebellions.Concrete cracks and loud wifi towers.Whiskey bottles and … More


Writing sprawled out on the ground,tenth week of lockdown.The museums are tombs,the streets unclogged arteriesnever drained this low before. My … More


Now it’s all about preservation–
holding on to as much of today as
we can grasp with foam fingered gloves,