Five Poems

Blind Séance Sears Disordered blind seer’s sight: meaningless pen scribblings and cave scratching shredding all material gains & guns to … More

Half Moons

I. The half-moon knows my whole name and it knows my father’s father didn’t speak to my parents until after … More

In my younger and far naiver years, I decided I wanted to get a second tattoo. This tattoo, I had … More

At the dawn of the decade I was alone in the fishbowl and writing or waiting for someone to remind … More

Nearly a year has gone by since I last sat down to pen one of these letters. I was not … More

When I first stood in White Sands National Monument, I thought distinctly that it would also be the last time. … More

Stay sentimental. There’s a thrill in the new and the foreign, but small tokens of your life are, in part, … More

I. Dark obscuring light like that animal part of you and all these stumbling blocks collapse in a moment if … More