Tag Archives: prose

10.10.19

Coconut shells Glazed Glided in gold Given in goodbyes. Etched Their lacquered depths And chipped edges Reflect your clumsy hand Your dry humour. Somewhere Bundled and bound In the abyss called closet Are my letters. There Pages peppered My wit, the quick whip Of my tongue, temper flaring Deep, down, the dark depths Hidden Between…

Bad Presidents

Bad Presidents show you who your friends are And who your friends are not.  Bad Presidents out the nazis, the fascists, the racists, the homophobes, and the monsters Because they have to be elected by someone.  Bad Presidents make you talk about politics  Even though ediquette has taught you not to, They make scream, they…

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A stranger leers at me before I take a seat on the bus. He readjusts his body in my direction preparing to say something, but before he can utter the full sentence I turn him down cold.  “You look—” “Not interested, thank you.”  “Wow.”  I look out the window.  “Can I ask why?”  This perks…