Poem #8: East Knoxville is a CemeteryMy heart beats in hues of Knoxville Tennessee - all I see, everything I’ve ever felt In the colored section of town (east) there’s a...
Poem #7: fragmentssometimes when i pass by mirrors and the sunlight is fragments of reality i see myself rushing in and out of it, reality as spare parts,...
Poem #6: the black bear behind my housethere’s a black bear sitting in the woods, behind my house i love her, and the slick tufts of hair piled atop her skull the same one...
Micro Story #6: The Pastel CottageYou live in an apartment in the city, with ceilings too tall and too cold to ever touch. The kitchen is open to the living room which is...
Micro Story #5: Honey & NanorobotsRoberta knew there were nanorobots in the honey, but she poured it over her toast anyway. The gooey sweetness filled her mouth and, mixed...