￼Love, lust, and etsah in the Orange Bubble.
Teaching at Garden State Prison the morning after the election.
Fiction, and a little airport anxiety.
The story of a birth, and a basket of cheese fries
It’s okay, I can’t pronounce it either.
On Hillary Clinton, after the election.
There is a tiny man in her hair and he is screaming at me. “Hello there!” He is screaming. “Please remove me from this strand of hair!” He is screaming. “This is a terribly inconvenient place for me to be right now!” He is screaming.
Re-constructing Lolita with Lana Del Rey
I want to go on a road trip through your belly find dirt along the Ohio River thick with skeletons
A poem with some "help" from Percy Shelley