Foreseeing & Unseeing I usually do my grocery shopping on a Tuesday—to avoid the Saturday crowd and the ghosts that cling to weekend routines and recipes for Matzah ball soup. Though, with cucumbers at three dollars a pop, a recession is easily as scary as a scowling, shimmery ghoul floating behind his newlywed fiancé. The... Continue Reading →
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2.3.20
A quieting So subtle and soft Masked By the whistle of the wind The girl goes Unheard.
2.13.20
Positions are replaceable, People aren’t.
9.10.19
Where are you from? Not a question at all— An assertion, rather Of “not here.”
1.27.20
Can there be death Without Heartbreak? Yes. But, death without Heartbreak Is heartbreaking.
1.23.20
My name stained Your tongue, Tapped your teeth And Lingered on your lips. These words you never said-- My name Written between the lines Of tales half-told: Stories of lust and longing,
1.21.20b
Your assumptions of who I am, what I am and why I am the way I am, have nothing to do with me. You want answers ask more questions and be satisfied with what you get or fuck off entirely.
