To the Coming Cold

As the season stained in leavesbegins to yell through feral winds,I watch the petals fall, each tingedin kisses of decay;like the greying of agetheir colors begin to fade.Reds soften to pinks like the flush of flesh,purples dull like grapes left rotting on the...

mood gambles

At the mind’s casinoSlots spin to soothe and then to stirThings up, high as jackpot dreamsPull the lever again, againMore more moreMental payout poursCoins for corner storesChoose candy or wineNot the toilet right behindThe bowl fills, the bowl spillsWater out from...

Near Naked Now

CW: violent imagery i am hunched over ugly like an animal screaming without a sound a cockroach scurried away from me and threw up onto the ground he woke up one day and crashed into earth i want to see fat peel away and i admire how the flesh tries to glue itself...

contemplation on things that won’t stay still

///there’s a toilet in the park bathroomthat won’t stop flushing. before thewater has a chance to resolve itselfinto a mirror, centripetal forceinterrupts. humankind’s eternalsearch for vanity is underminedonly by life’s yet stronger impositionof humility. sewer pipes...

Helicopter

Allison DeDecker Before becoming a parentI never realizedhow much hurt is causedin trying to prevent it;how guarding against traumacreates its ownhow watchful eyes can blinkto police searchlights aimingto capture and containinstead of protect and servehow easily a...