Late Fall, Running Along the River Black walnuts punctuate both banks, straining stiffly against the cold smoke sky like forlorn roots from a forest planted upside down by conniving Nephilim,…
House Calls Ours had more than one by one doctor, James Vaught, to everyone Dr. Vaught. I never thought about all his calls to all his patients. His leather bag,…
Killer Whale Coral Negative space creates the stick figure, feeling, overly-visible, this page’s symbols existence for you, yet the intense brilliance remains macroscopic in view —hell bent, intent is the…
Half A Cup, Nothing Less Each morning my husband smells the refrigerated milk, stirs coffee, rinses the spoon, presents the cup in its glory. Sure, it’s nothing remarkable, but a…
people praise monsters in makeup who converge upon their door but at least they say thank you and skip down the street singing with youthful abandon and untrammeled childlike smiles…
Although it's true the poet Mary Ruefle is notoriously not online, is so not online in fact that her website's "contact page" begins with "Surprise! I do not actually own…
In an interview for The Independent with Laura Block, musician James Blake discusses the ways that our tropes around gender expression—like our (my? just me?) tendency, however flippantly and with…
To celebrate the harvest moon who graced us with its largely unimpressed reflective visage on September 20, and to celebrate the equinox today, September 22, at 2:20pm, here are three…