GASTROPODA

after the death of a neighbor kid, I think of Charlotte's Web in morning sun a spider meditates along its lattice next to my bench no...

How much must you scorn yourself To desire to cleave yourself In two And hope someone will notice The new creature you’ve become? Or...

& amazingly, after four days spent veering desperately away from the light, there is still jazz playing in the kitchen. still dinner to...

Thoreau went into the woods to confront the essential facts of life but I’ve been there too many times, too close to home, all those...

Eggos fresh from a concealed toaster, warm and soft in your palms. A delicacy. Curled up in soft, oversized sweatpants and a ratty green...

I think we are a lot more like birds than we are like frogs An olive pit in your beak the color of your negroni swooping over melting me...