Shoots and Vines

Twins if i could watch the sun rise pavement on your rested pores if i could meditate on these words instead of brilliance coming while sitt...

t shirts I knew his clothes were still there It had been almost a year since I bought him the packs of white t shirts It was right after I d...

EVERYTHING SHAMEFUL There are holes in the walls of my mouth. I get nervous, well, not nervous but frightened of conversation sometimes as t...

Might? If the garden could tongue a circle around the human, the specific one who too often yanks without conscience roses for the cliché sy...

miles end the streets are leaking blood and i'm here waving goodbye. a cage in a forest or an amputee camp. the television is on in an e...

coda contrails hanging as the skyline and the walls are burned black. misshapen crosses and the streets have lost direction. the pills have ...