The Kids Don’t Want Our Stuff
Throw away your antique chair, crushedvelvet cradling grandma’s slightskeleton like a pearl—Youbalanced carefullyon her ancient unbendingknees. Give awaythe bric-a-brac,...
Pressure
It’s evening, and I’m watching a documentary about the pressure our culture puts on kids to achieve, while in his bed, my eight-year-old son...
Daughter
I see you.
I am trying to see you
trying to keep the words
quiet on the page. Hot and bright
and roaring, scales
dripping like the one
mythical animal
in...
