Purple Rain
Open the window please, I feel sick We swerve smoothly between the yellow lines. He hits 80 and it’s a small neighborhood. Calm indigo…
Read MoreOpen the window please, I feel sick We swerve smoothly between the yellow lines. He hits 80 and it’s a small neighborhood. Calm indigo…
Read MoreTrigger Warning: This poem contains information about sexual assault and/or violence which may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. A…
Read MoreSecondary Erotic We all have our tasks and they consume us. But that is fine because we are objects that talk. And…
Read MoreDescription: The following is a poem inspired by the dating service Tinder. Each line of an unitalicized stanza was ripped from a random Poughkeepsie…
Read MoreYou do not like the look of awe and terror on their faces when you tell them this: You are young, going…
Read MoreVisceral if unmanned, and unyielding To domestic sleepers of an alien World. They’re real! And here, Fuckers! You should’ve listened those decades Ago…
Read More“I will write a poem about this.” The funny thing is that I keep saying “I will write a poem about this,” over and…
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I drew these based on some photographs I found in a magazine. They get me thinking about beauty and gender. They get me thinking…
Read MoreWe are all bored all the time, we wander around campus listening to songs in our heads, nothing ever gets done.
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