you've swallowed a whale bone and not a whole chicken. It's not about being surrounded by very nice stuff. We always thought there was much, much more than haunted walls inside cold castles. People connect the dots like collecting stamps. Things get…

On My Honor

I admit that, on Twitter, I have been trying to annoy Glenn Greenwald so much that he blocks me.

I don’t read. I don’t do the dishes. What am I? If I were more domesticated, I’d poop in the street. I’d lift my leg and pee on the bushes. I would chase after every ass in the hood and sniff them too. I wouldn’t fetch much. What am I? Wha

I know what you were thinking. I know what I was thinking. We both looked in each others’ eyes and thought: “Very fuckable.”

Were the coffee and gas not cheap,/ and in the case of the coffee, good,/ I’d never stop again.

Sharpen your nails.

In another dream I am you and I am giving birth and the pages you have written are flying out of me one after another and appearing like speckled moths near the ceiling of your bedroom, and they have my eyes and some of them have yours. A soft singi

There's an old woman sitting in the corner of the bar. Her blue skirt flirts foolishly with the blood-red wall.

My mother loves Phil Collins. When my brother and I were young, she told us she was his back-up drummer, that he'd send a private helicopter to pick her up whenever he needed an extra hand. Though we never saw her leave, we decided drumming was in our blood, and…

we wanted summer: Distillers at Myhalyk's all those cancelled shows

It's all down to you. To every new morning's baby crying. Down to your blank notebook, all sides opening at once, hands like an ocean of birds.You standing there looking back at me from behind your chosen wall of love's newly made flesh. Your smile like blood…

It doesn’t shuffle, wrapped in cotton,/ hungering for love and tana leaves.

A couple, an unlikely match, came together for a brief interlude of time. It was marked, almost a kind of bar code; beginning, middle and almost end. Almost end was not "the" end because it was seemingly fated that they continue the journey through life, if not together, at…

amphibians returning to the scene of the crime