Minor Details
We lie on a fallen beachwithin the sooty winds of the east.
What makes a war-stroke cityso human and inhuman?
Far missiles are weavingthe heavens...
Elegy
for the platform I built of untreated cedar wood planks from Home Depot, that I painted madder yellow, overlaid with Scandinavian flowers like something...
Body Horror: Biopsy
I step through a glass door to the grassy courtyardoutside the clinic waiting room. The sun shines medium.
On the ground, an iridescent...
