we were soldiers battling through a make believe skirmish on little round top me, a young corporal, idealistic, dying willingly for the cause every time soldiering through, sleeping on the floor of a dirty kitchen dead mice in slippers we soldiered through the Bible Belt and conservatives we soldiered through long winters with poor heat… Continue reading anders.
plan b
I sit in the in-between Between earth that is giving And earth that takes Somewhere that begets And begets Like in the bible So long ago A story that minds, Who are quiet and lonely, Look to for answers How does my body sing that song? No answers are given But multitudes of names Who… Continue reading plan b
intimacy
is seeing you up close hair follicles pimples bruised bits and pixelated parts i can't see how you glow when i walk in a room when we live in the glow and gloom just you and i staring at each other arms folded how will you get in now we ask silently while the backs… Continue reading intimacy
ronnie.
ronnie was a sandwich artist. that is to say, she worked at subway. but not just any subway, she was quick to tell anyone who would listen, the only subway in the state of wisconsin to win any award from HQ, let alone three years in a row. then she would slyly slip in, “i… Continue reading ronnie.
jimmy sue.
two birds sit on a fence post. one is blue, the other red. a cardinal. the birds peck their necks towards each other and away as if they are talking and also observing something else, perhaps watching the two figures who appear below them, stepping into the cemetery, leaves crunching underneath their feet. the only… Continue reading jimmy sue.
on the coming apocalypse and the desire for a warm body in your bed.
he got in his cab that morning in a sore mood. his wife, yuna, had forgotten to turn on the coffee maker when she awoke, as usual, one hour before he did. she used this time to get both of them ready for the day. this included but was not limited to; laying out his… Continue reading on the coming apocalypse and the desire for a warm body in your bed.
the g train.
i numb my tongue wanting to cry out all manner of things … Continue reading the g train.
at my most alive
and at my most alive i wish someone would say yes. i love the way your heart beats when it's falling out of your chest. i recognize you. i will not hide and then shame you for wanting to be found.
delbert wells: cowboy, man, adored.
i grew up with a cowboy in my life a tap dancing, law teaching, treasure having cowboy. not all little girls are so lucky. he let me climb on him like a mountain holding my wrists up and up my little pink booted feet climbed up to the sky blue eyes of this cowboy man those eyes… Continue reading delbert wells: cowboy, man, adored.
let me tell you about my heart
my heart is a quiet brick house at the end of a long road of trees surrounded by a cornfield. 216 West Cunningham Rd., Winnebago, IL. the “bagel house”, my sister abby, then 3, called it before we move in. we sleep on the kitchen floor on mattresses for a year after moving in. the… Continue reading let me tell you about my heart
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